Very Very Random and true story: I remember being at the carnival at Iverson Mall around the year of 1998-1999-ish. I have always been a fan of freak shows and oddities (tallest man, bearded woman, the Gorilla lady, etc) and this one particular time they featured "the shortest woman in the world". The stadium armory carnivals were the best tho but back to the story. As I got closer to the entrance to see her, I was more intridged of how small she was. I'm sure she was just a little person, but the production and advertizing made it beyond exciting. "Come one come all to see the smallest woman in the world". She came all the way from Africaaaaa".
I have a very sharp memory however, I can't remember who I was with on this particular day. Anywho, I begin to walk closer and when I turned the corner I saw her. She was about 36 inches tall and from her facial features she appeared to be in her early 50s. I wanted to look and stare but made sure not to because she is in fact, human. After getting a good look I notice her staring at me. I begin to leave the room only for her to get off of her stool, walk closer to me and ask....... "What type of grease do you use in your hair"? 😆 😆 I swear from this moment, I should've known I was special. Why on earth would a woman from a carnival act act ask me what type of grease I use in my hair. I don't think I've ever told this story to anyone but my mom and maybe 2 other people.
I told her I use Natural Motions. She then said, I like how your hair look do you live far and if not can you come back and bring me some grease"? She went to grab her little purse and I stopped her. I said Miss, I don't live far but Im not sure if I can make it back here before the carnival leaves and I dont want to just have your money. She looked a little disapointed and said well if you do I will pay you.
From this day, I should've known that I have something special about me that draws others to me. I mean the most random people talk to me on the regular occasion and those around me can attest, that these types of encourters happen a lot to me. I just randomly laughed so hard at this today thinking about this moment. She put her little purse down and sat back on her stool to continue being a part of the carnival act. I left scratching my head in disbelief wondering, am I a part of the show too?