More Fairy Tales '05by Chris White, June 23, 2005 The Princess and the Pea 2005Once upon at time there was a prince who wanted to marry a real princess – not the fake, disposable kind that you can find at any martini bar around 8 p.m. on a Tuesday, or whining about her quarterlife crisis while wearing designer yoga pants at Starbucks. He wasn’t sure exactly what a “real princess” was, but his mother insisted on one, and when you live with your parents well into adulthood the chances are you’re willing to cave on a few things here and there. He searched the world over for such a woman, but royalty not being what it used to, most of the women he met were inbred, or his second cousin, or uggos. He returned home distraught, cooking all of his meals on a Foreman grill and watching a lot of History Channel. One evening, a great storm ravaged the kingdom. Old people rushed to the supermarket to purchase toilet paper, and milk. Those with satellite television frantically asked conventional cable subscribers to tape their favorite shows. And at the castle, a knock was heard at the castle gate. The prince himself answered the door. It was an attractive woman, soaked to the bone and caked with mud. Women feel that being soaked and muddy isn’t attractive, and that only a proper hairdo and outfit will do, but clearly, they don’t understand men. Soaked and muddy is just fine. The woman claimed that she was a princess and asked to come inside to get warm. The prince, recognizing this scenario from erotic cinema, eagerly agreed to let her inside. But he lived with his parents, and the queen quickly interceded, insisting that the princess use a guest room. “We shall see if she is a real princess,” thought the queen. She ordered her servants to place a tiny pea under the mattress in the guest room, then to pile 19 extra mattresses and feather quilts on top of that mattress. It was one of the stranger requests the queen had made, but she took a lot of pills, and the servants found it was generally easier not to ask questions. The week before she had demanded Brazilian waxes for each of her 24 show dogs, so this was really not so bad. The princess, with the aid of a 20-step ladder, went straight to bed. The next morning, the queen and the prince burst in to the room to ask how she had slept. “Terribly,” said the princess. “Something in the bed was excruciatingly painful!” ”Yes!” exclaimed the queen. “I put a pea under the bottom mattress! And as you felt it, you are truly a real princess. You may marry my son!” “But mother,” said the prince, “I don’t think I’d want to sleep with that for the rest of my life. God forbid I try to hide a Victoria’s Secret catalog under the mattress. It might kill her. Also, eating in bed would be right out, and I want to be able to enjoy the occasional Ding-Dong while watching Leno.” “Nor do I wish to marry the prince,” replied the princess. “I just wanted a place to stay. And furthermore, as you intentionally injured me with a pea, I am suing your kingdom for damages in the amount of $80 million, plus $275 million in emotional distress, as I am afraid of heights.” She waved her arms, and with a puff of smoke, Stan Rothberg, Esq., magically appeared by her side. They settled out of court for an undisclosed sum, and everyone lived happily ever after, particularly the prince and princess, since he was in on the whole deal and she was really just a grifter he met at a local gas station. Which is why mothers should mind their own business about these kinds of things. |
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