A conversation with my grandmother.
"You wouldn't be in a beauty pageant?"
My grandmother is aghast.
"God, no," I reply. "They're no better than stock shows. And, that's exactly what I told 'em back in high school when I was nominated for Miss Watchamacallit; if I want to be judged like a pig, I'll enter the county fair."
She is even more aghast, if that's possible.
"You did? Well, I didn't know a thing about it!"
"Of course, you didn't, Grannie." I can't help but smile a little. "What kind of a fool do you think I am?
A Document of Discussion for Izy's prompt at Real Toads.