The lady behind the service counter at Costco says, "Can I help you" and as I walk up she looks at my hands and arms, and then with a startle she surprisingly looks up at my face and says, "Oh, I'm honored to be helping you. You ..." and she stops talking while staring at my stupid white vitiligo spots.
Me: "What? I have vitiligo."
Lady: "Yes, I see that. Well, you know..., I'm sure that you know.., that is a sign of pure Egyptian blood. You must know that you are a decendent of Egyptian royalty. I have done research on that. It's genetic, you know."
Me: "Yeah, it is genetic."
Lady: "And it is only in the gene line of the Egyptians royals."
Me: (Almost laughing) "Oh. Uh. No. I never heard that ...ever... in my life. That's uhhhh .... interesting."
I was waiting for Candid Camera!
She started mumbling something about "greatness" or something, but at that point I was trying to keep an eye on 3 of my little "royal" darlings who were now crashing the shopping cart into each other.
When I told Al later that I would allow him to worship me daily, he answered, "Okay, Princess" but he sounded a bit sarcastic to me. Can you imagine?! - - - "Off with his head!" (*wink*)
Christine...I think you should play up this Cleopatra thing...this could definitely work to your advantage! Aimee