The email I received from the 9:30 Club last evening had a hidden gem. They have turned my favorite bouncer into a gingerbread cartoon cookie. Greatest thing ever!
I love that guy!
Ha! I have a story that involves him.
Seven or eight years ago, I found myself starving very late one weekend night and walked down to Ben’s Chili Bowl for a chili half smoke and some chili cheese fries (when I’m hungry at 2am, I’m HUNGRY). I was sitting at my table deep in whatever it was I was reading when I realized that somebody at the next table seemed to be saying something to me.
“Boy, you got my Cheez Whiz?” he asked for what must have been the fourth time (at least).
I had no context for the question so I blinked at him and continued chewing. I recognized him. He was sitting with three other 9:30 Club staffers, clearly out after work.
“Boy, you got my Cheez Whiz?” he repeated again.
I figured this must be some sort of test. So I looked at him, swallowed, shrugged, and said, “Blues Brothers.”
He smiled and said, “you’re alright.” Then he turned back to his colleagues, and I returned to my half smoke and reading material.
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