The Spot

I went to the grocery store last night, and I was in the fresh produce section bagging up some oranges and such to put in the basket. I glanced up and saw an Indian woman. Not a Cherokee Indian woman or anything like that, but a woman from India. You know, one of those women that have that spot on their forehead.

The first thing I noticed about her, was that she had forgotten to wear her spot. Well.......actually she was pretty hot, so I guess the absence of her spot was more like the second thing I noticed.

Well, I've heard from credible sources that if an Indian woman forgets to wear her spot when she's out in public, when she gets home, her husband beats on her pretty bad.

Well, I have always taken pride in myself for my ability to think quickly, and last night was no exception. So I pulled one of those little blue Chiquita Banana stickers off of a bunch of bananas, and ran over to her and stuck it on her forehead. You know, where they wear their real spot. Then I grabbed her by the shoulders and spun her around and pushed her toward the door, telling her, "Here.... this'll have to do 'till ya' get home and get your real spot. Go! Hurry!"

Well, she got all wild eyed, threw her hands in the air and started screaming some kind of foreign stuff, and ran out the door. I reckon she was probably thanking me for noticing she forgot to wear her spot.