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Dear Taylor: Be on the lookout for Billy
Friday, September 3, 2010

I recently had some work done on a bathroom drain in the Nashville condo. Billy, the plumber, was punctual and fixed everything as I asked. Then the weirdness set in when it was time to leave.

"You know, Taylor Swift lives in this building," he said.

"No," I said. "She lives in that one. Over there." And I pointed to the highrise where Miss Swift has the penthouse in Nashville's West End, which I can see from our window.

"Are you sure? I thought she was in here."

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure."

"Penthouse?"

"Yep."

"Now, where exactly is that building? Looks like it's by the stadium."

"I'm not sure."

"Do you know what street it's on?"

"Sorry. No."

"Do you think they have security like they do in this building?"

"Oh, I'm sure they do," I said.

"Do you think someone could get into the lobby?"

"I'm guessing so. Yeah."

"But probably not up to the Penthouse, right? I mean it would be hard to get up there without that little key fob thing that you use in the elevator, right?"

"Impossible," I said, feeling protective and fatherly to the young singer who is almost my daughter's age.




1 Comments:

Anonymous Darla said...

How do you keep from cracking a joke when hearing this? I would have had to been like, "Dude! Stop touching yourself already she's not in this building and you can't get into the other building! Geez, i felt like we were about to have a blue dress moment only instead of a dress it was my carpet that was gonna need cleaning. Now, how much do I owe ya!"

September 3, 2010 at 10:24 AM  

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