9 Chickweed Lane by Brooke McEldowney for June 21, 2007

Transcript:

"What did the minotaur say?" Edda said. "He asked me," said the unicorn with irritation, "what I do for a 'real job'. He didn't think being a unicorn could possibly be actual, legitimate employment. I get that from every faun and pooka and centaur I run into. They all marvel at my horn and my milky coat. Among mythological beasts, I'm highly admired, even venerated. Then the question comes without fail: 'But what do you do for a real job?'" "That's what the vice president of ratings and scheduling asked me," said Edda. "And I zinged her." The unicorn was silent for a moment. "You did?" "Zinged her good," said Edda. "What did you say?" the unicorn asked, for the first time in an almost friendly, conspiratorial way.