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I’ve been spending some time reading a lot of old threads in the sucky customers bit & a couple about sucky celebs & the famous “do you know who I am” mutterers reminded me about my own brush with a sucky (minor) Celeb!
Years back there was a famous (at least in the UK) snooker player who’s nickname was the type of windy storm more known for blowing over such areas as Florida etc. He was a gent who liked the odd drink and had the type of self importance that only came from a belief that he was the best thing that had happened in the area since the dinosaurs and the amount of peroxided middle aged ‘ladies’ that swarmed after him.
On this particular evening, he was stood in the private bar area of the place I worked in, away from the riff raff but close enough that he could bask in the glory of his adoring fans. He was accompanied by his driver, who was looking a little bored & sipping his orange juice. Eventually, it was my turn to go & serve him his drink.
As I took his drink and placed it in front of him, he looked me in the eye and asked that question.. you know the one.. ‘Do you know who I am?’
Now, I’ve never been star struck, celebs to me are just people who have to use the bathroom like the rest of us mortals; so I could only suppose I wasn’t grovelling enough or showing the right amount of awe as I was serving him his drink. Anyhow, i put on my best quizzical expression, raised an eyebrow & replied.. ‘Yes, your name is A_ and you play snooker, why?’
I don’t know which was funniest, the goldfish expression from the snooker player with the superiority complex, or the poor driver/minder/babysitter behind him with his hand over his mouth bent double with a red face trying not to snort his OJ though his nose with laughter. Must admit, seeing that, I had to make a quick escape under the guise of topping up the ice buckets before I cracked up too.
Hateful creature, aren’t I
Years back there was a famous (at least in the UK) snooker player who’s nickname was the type of windy storm more known for blowing over such areas as Florida etc. He was a gent who liked the odd drink and had the type of self importance that only came from a belief that he was the best thing that had happened in the area since the dinosaurs and the amount of peroxided middle aged ‘ladies’ that swarmed after him.
On this particular evening, he was stood in the private bar area of the place I worked in, away from the riff raff but close enough that he could bask in the glory of his adoring fans. He was accompanied by his driver, who was looking a little bored & sipping his orange juice. Eventually, it was my turn to go & serve him his drink.
As I took his drink and placed it in front of him, he looked me in the eye and asked that question.. you know the one.. ‘Do you know who I am?’
Now, I’ve never been star struck, celebs to me are just people who have to use the bathroom like the rest of us mortals; so I could only suppose I wasn’t grovelling enough or showing the right amount of awe as I was serving him his drink. Anyhow, i put on my best quizzical expression, raised an eyebrow & replied.. ‘Yes, your name is A_ and you play snooker, why?’
I don’t know which was funniest, the goldfish expression from the snooker player with the superiority complex, or the poor driver/minder/babysitter behind him with his hand over his mouth bent double with a red face trying not to snort his OJ though his nose with laughter. Must admit, seeing that, I had to make a quick escape under the guise of topping up the ice buckets before I cracked up too.
Hateful creature, aren’t I
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