Being a famous blogger is a huge responsibility. It's impossible to even go grocery shopping without someone recognizing you and wanting to talk about your blog.
A few weeks ago I was sorting through avocados at the grocery store, looking for big juicy ones to use for a chips-and-dip party I was hosting. As I put my final selection into a plastic bag, a tall man in a porkpie hat walked up and said, "There she is!"
"Hi," I said, trying to figure out who the hell he was.
"I was about to leave the store when I saw you over here and thought I'd say hello," he said.
"Well," I said. "Hello back."
"I love your blog," he said.
I smiled what I hoped was a warm, fuzzy smile. "Thanks!"
He lowered his voice and leaned forward. "I have a great idea for your next blog post." He looked around, making sure no one was eavesdropping before he continued. "First you title the blog post Just Another Story in the Naked City."
"Uh huh," I said.
"Then you make the entire blog post a description of you taking a shower."
I wasn't sure what to say, so I said nothing.
"Except you want to keep things cute, not sexy." He nodded.
"Got it, " I said. "Cute, not sexy."
He stood upright. "Okay, gotta run. But if I have any other ideas I'll let you know."
I nodded back. "Thanks. I appreciate it."
He turned and walked toward the door. When he got to the door he wheeled around and called out, "Don't worry, Nancy. You've got me on your team now." He gave me a thumbs-up and left the building.