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Barbra Streisand cannot be expected to mingle with the public

Barbra Streisand simply cannot be expected to interact with the common public ... according to her. During a recent visit to a Beverly Hills florist, Babs went into diva mode because--*GASP*--there were other people inside of the store! Mike Walker of the National Enquirer has the story:

Phoning the store, La Streisand warned she was on her way in and demanded: (1) get all customers OUT immediately so there's no gawking; (2) NO SMOKING...even outside in the back alley where workers construct flower arrangements; and (3) drape a tarp over the front window so passersby can't stare - or snap snapshots! When the haughty thrush returned moments later, customers were being bum-rushed out, all back-alley boys had snuffed their butts, the window was draped as demanded - and a florist flunky was waiting to park the Diva-mobile! (Source)

I'd hardly call this "diva" material. The same thing happens to me when I use a public toilet. (1) people clear out--because their eyes tear up, (2) everyone is asked to put out their smokes--for fear of an explosion, and (3) a tarp is draped over the restroom--to minimize contamination of the surrounding area (and to protect the children). So am I a diva? Of course not. I just have a really active colon.

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It's been far too long since we've had a great George W. Bush-Doctor analogy. Thanks Barbra Streisand!

'I'M SURE President Bush is a very nice guy, but some people voted for him because they thought he was a person they could have a beer with. What is that about?! Do you want to have a beer with the doctor who's going to operate on you, or do you want him to be the top of his class . . . be a bit in awe of him?"

I would love to have a beer with a doctor who was going to operate on me. I've always wanted to have a "crazy surgery story" in my back pocket that I could bust out at parties to impress the ladies. Sure it would suck to have a scalpel left in my lower intestine but that's the price you gotta pay for being the life of the party. The fact that I'd probably end up starring in my own TLC special about surgery mishaps is just gravy. That kind of story would totally beat my story about almost meeting Dustin Diamond at the mall when I was in high school.