We were shopping for Bill's birthday yesterday when we came upon a small shop at the foot of King Street in Old Town Alexandria called "Fat Face". The place turned out to be a brick and mortar location for a British "lifestyle brand" that is self-proclaimed to "reflect the happy, healthy lifestyle of our customers." Slogans aside, the place had some cool stuff, and a gift was procured.
On the way back to our car, Courtney and Heidi and I bantered about the name of the shop, until my sister and I made the connection between Fat Face and a song my mom taught us when we were kids. The song was aimed at a classmate of hers that she and her friends considered to be condescending, mostly because her father was the mayor of their town. This girl also boasted about their summer home, which chapped my mom and her friends so much that they gave her the nickname Fat Face and sang mockingly about her behind her back.
It is a terrible ditty, bur my mother would laugh uproariously every time she belted it out it, and the three of us can sing it to this day, which we did this evening at Bill's party. Could there be any doubt who was there in spirit?
No comments:
Post a Comment