"A Case of Mistaken Identity," or "Imma Dancer Doe,"

a short play set on a Tuesday with all the F's to give fell out because they had nothing to wear for a gala.

Scene: A Downtown Restaurant following a gala dinner a couple years ago. A co-worker at the time and I see a dance who had a solo performance on stage.

Co-worker: (walking up to dancer) Oh my gosh! You were lovely tonight! I absolutely loved it!

Dancer: (with a very gravelly voice) Naw. That wasn't me. That was my sister. (taking a long drag of her cigarette) Imma a dancer doe.

Me: (looking at dancer) Oh.

The end.