My mom, who is pushing 70, recently returned from a trip to Los Angeles. She IMed me from the road (yes, my 70 year old mom travels with a laptop) and informed me that she "...sat next to some rock group on the plane. I think they were called the Scaredy-cat Girls or something like that..."
I typed: "Mom - do you mean the Pussycat Dolls?"
Mom: "Yes! That's them. It was me and them in first class. I sat next to one with red hair. It was fun. They were really nice."
Now I have never heard the Pussycat Dolls' music, so I am not entirely sure how I even heard of them. Near as I can tell, they are sort of a new version of the Spice Girls. It appears that the redhead's name is "Carmit."
I am pretty sure this will be my first and last "encounter" with anything remotely relating to the Pussycat Dolls, but I want to thank Carmit and her buddies for being nice to my mom.
Last time she flew, my mom was stuck in the middle seat between Britanny Spears and Shania Twain, who kept throwing pretzels and swearing at each other. Luckily, The Dixie Chicks stepped in and broke it up before things got ugly.
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