Sometimes this job of mine offers an entrée to completely unexpected and totally delightful moments.
Latest case in point: I stopped in to the shoe repair shop Wednesday to drop off my knock-off Guccis. It was noonish, and I was in the middle of a good run of errands.
My paisan took the shoes. Another guy behind the counter, a guy I didn’t know, looked at me. I looked at him.
Me: “Whaddaya got?”
Him: “Bud or Coors Light.”
Me: “Gimme a Coors.”
I figured he was testing me a bit to see if I was a “guy.” It just so happened I was thirsty, weary of errand-running, and quite happy to pass a little time over some liquid refreshment.
Turns out the guy is a retired cop. The three of us shot the shi breeze about everything from Sicily to family to television to crime to sports. All in 12-ounces!
A lot of people think that because I’m a TV boy, I get to hang out with important people.
I do. I really do.