“Sundae Funday”I don’t know why I thought Marilyn would hitch a ride with me. I wished she had.
“Are you enjoying your vacation, ma’am?” the uber driver asked. “You seem sadder than a boy who just lost his puppy dog.”
I didn’t really feel like being chit-chatty with the driver. His accent made me chuckle. It was like the character Apu from, “The Simpsons.” I guessed him to be of Indian descent. He seemed to be trying to liven up the ride through Hollywood and be extra upbeat and friendly. I really only wanted to live in the wonder of the last few hours with Irma, the piano-playing ghost, the magician who made a Marilyn wallet appear and Frank, the actor who almost made my virginity disappear.
“I was having a great time,” I told the driver.
One of my favorite John Lennon songs came on t
