Debby, my sister who came on the 1st 1/2 of my book tour with me and I were in a jewelry shop in Pacific Grove.
It was a quirky shop with fossils and rocks strewn among necklaces and weights. We were poking about when in walked a pimp.
Really. He wore white jogging clothes…I think. It’s hard to remember because round his neck hung about a kilo of gold, gold and diamonds. It blinded me to the rest of his ensemble.
When he opened his mouth, a tiny (ish) diamond glittered, cradled in a nest of gold on his tooth. (Having had a lot of dental work, always makes me sensitive about nonessential drilling.) Out of his pockets the pimp fished stray chains and single diamond earrings to sell.
Where does one get single diamond earring?
A few days later Debby got me a ” grow a pimp” a tiny figure, about .4″, resplendent in purple shoes, jacket and hat that expands to “600 times it’s mass” in water. It looks more like a leprechaun than a pimp…
We waited till we arrived at a great hotel, filled the bathtub, released our pimp and waited. Nothing happened. An hour later nothing had continued happening, so I read the label….It’s never a good idea to read a label first, it robs your mind of all the aerobic exercise it gets trying to figure out why things don’t work.
” It may take the pimp up to 10 days to grow… . This is natural. The slimy,icky texture is normal.”
So I put my pimp in a water bottle and waited. It was my constant companion as I drove the Northwest.
Reminds me of that Jim Croce song… “It I could save time in a bottle.”
Except with me it’s “If I had a pimp in a bottle.”
The pimp is grown now. He’s about 2″ tall and shaped like a gorilla in a purple coat (shoes and hat.)
Big hands! You know what they say about big hands?