Nov. 4-9 we go to New Orleans
From the flight there to the flight back and everywhere in between…Ellen became my identity. NOT on purpose or with any intention on my part…but because I am me, which happens to be similar to who Ellen appears to be. Or as I like to look at it, Ellen appears to be similar to me.
What?…are you fooling us? People would ask me…Are you Ellen?
OMG you look like Ellen…you are her right? You dance just like her too…
Excuse me…can I get your autograph?
Oh Looord...I can’t even look at you…you sure you’re not Ellen? Dance for me that will prove it. Dance Ellen…dance… OMG…you are Ellen…it’s those eyes…
Please may I take a picture with you. I love Ellen so much, she is my favorite person in the world. I can’t believe you look so much like her…
You could make a lot of people freak out if you went to LA…
You should get paid…
Hey Ellen…oh my gawd, your not Ellen…I thought you were…a lot of celebrities do come around here so I thought for sure you was her…
Did you know she’s from here? Grew up in the Quarter…
My wife used to work with Ellen, court clerk…she was just as funny back then…wait til I tell my wife I saw you.
My favorite story is Gail, the tour bus driver. She saw me on the corner waiting for her bus and she told all the passengers, oh that looks like Ellen. When we loaded the bus she said I am sure you hear this all the time but you look like Ellen. I said yes a matter of fact I do. So we continue to the next stop where she then stood to address the group and as I listened she looked at me and said …I can’t even look at you…are you sure your not Ellen? Oh I am sure Gail. She said stop looking at me you are freaking me out. It’s the eyes. As we continued the tour she kept slipping in comments about how she can’t wait to tell everyone that Ellen is on her bus. We get to our final stop, the swamp for a boat tour, and of course Gail had to tell everyone that Ellen is coming. We get to the office and I, rather Ellen became the topic of discussion.
Gail was so excited to have Ellen on her bus.
When the swamp tour was over and it was time to drive back to town, Gail pulls up in her bus with another load of passengers to start their tour. As she pulls the bus past me she points to me and I can read her lips…see there she is - Ellen! I waved to them as they went by.
On our drive back, Gail addressed me as Ellen…where’s your stop Ellen? Did you have a good time Ellen? Ellen are you back there? etc. Finally as we got off the bus, she said well, if you dance then I will really now you are Ellen. I laughed, and as I got off the bus I began to dance my way out and in front of the bus…” See…I knew it…you are Ellen” She drove off with a smile!!
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