Down the Road and Back Again

My pulse races as I hurriedly walk towards my destiny. I have waited my entire life for what is about to happen. Filled with the jubilation that comes with making a dream reality, I barely notice the spring breeze that rustles my long coat. My purpose guides me ever forward. I weave in and out of the throngs of people who have stepped outside to shake off the winter doldrums, frustrated that they are keeping me from reaching my personal nirvana.

The park is busy and the air is filled with the musical laughter of children, the barks of leashed dogs, and the smell of burgers sizzling away on barbeque grills. Unfazed by the distractions, I rush single mindedly towards the subject of my fevered dreams. In the distance, I see the breeze shaken banner that marks the end of my frenzied journey, the 10th Annual Golden Girls Look-A-Like Contest. Stepping through the roped off contest area, I am finally within reach of achieving my ultimate desire. I sigh in ecstasy feeling that my need is almost satiated. I am deliciously immersed in a sea of Sofias, surrounded by a bevy of Blanches, dazzled by dozens of Dorothys, and of course riled by a human bouquet of Roses. Still, my goal is only partially met.

The stage where the winners of the contest are being announced is surrounded, but I will not be denied. I weave my way through the audience and leap onto the stage. The judges and contestants on stage look baffled and I know that I have precious seconds to do what I was born to do.

Turning to face the onlookers and watching contestants, I open the trench coat, revealing my humble flesh cannoli to the Golden world and shout, "Thank you for being a friend!