[9/12/06] A First Class Meeting

After, posting the last story about being fleeced, I received a curious IM (that’s instant messenger for you not savvy folks) from my man Stu.

Stu: You sat next to Tom Bosley?

Me: Say what?

Stu: Mr. C

Me: So that’s his name. I am pretty sure it was him, I was going to try and snap a pict but couldn't

Me: I really wanted to get a picture of me in just a wife beater with a can of beer in first class, but thought better of it.... Now I am kicking myself

Stu: He is on a dinner theater tour that I believe was in town about when you were leaving so, could be

Me: ha ha!

Me: Do you know if his next stop was Dallas per chance

Stu: http://www.broadwayworld.com/viewcolumn.cfm?colid=9288
not sure, but it started in St. Paul August 22nd.

Stu: http://www.ticketmaster.com/artist/822606?WT.srch=1
September 12, San Antonio Texas.

Stu: You sir, sat next to Tom Bosley

Me: I am a hero

Stu: You’re everything I would like to be, you can fly higher than an eagle, cause you are the wind beneath my wings.

So there you have it, I am a superstar by proxy. An interesting thing occurred on the infamous flight with Mr. C. The attendants were announcing the five star lunch service they would provide (it was actually pretty good, but that could have been the booze talking) and upon hearing that it would be “cheese sandwiches” Mr. C and his female companion started clapping. When they served up lunch however, it was Turkey and wax beans with mashed potatoes. Apparently First Class is no place for a cheese sandwich. Well Mr. C was having none of it, and sent is back for a cheese sandwich. Wisconsin all the way.

UPDATE on the fleecing

Rachel and I were walking to the local market to get some road side shrimp (story later) when I see something on the ground.

“What could that I be?” I said to myself.

“Why it’s some of that funny Mexican money!”

That’s right folks. Finally I have fleeced somebody back!

Mexican 3 – Zach 1

Of course in typical fashion I was overcharged for a Kilo of shrimp by about half the money I had found. But this was not a fleecing, as it was more of an inability to barter on my part. I really despise the practice of bartering, I guess that is why I am still a true fool. Next month we have made it a point to make sure and actually talk down a price of something whether it’s a melon, some eggs, or a lap dance. We will not pay full price!

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