Celbrity Sighting #34
Eating at the local pizza joint, I happened to notice Mario Van Peebles sitting at the next table with his family. Four kids, I think, two boys two girls. All four wearing the most extremely big, 1974, huge, mo'fo' afros. His wife is some kind of exotic darkie, like Indian, or something. Not American Injun, India Injun. Nice people. I don't personally know the dude, in fact, I don't know him from Adam, but I sort of, kind of, recognise him a little. Someone else had to clue me in.
After he signed his credit card receipt and left, the waitress looked inside the leather folding receipt holder and a look of panic crossed her face. She immediately ran around to the front and out the door. I wondered what happened, so later I casually asked my waitress what happened with Mario. She stated that Mario had signed his credit card reciept but then he had mistakenly taken both copies. So, while he would be charged, the waitress wouldn't get a big tip. So naturally, she was concerned.
At the risk of starting off into Reservoir Dogs territory, I don't think the words "small fucking tip" should be in a waitress' vocabulary. You take what I give you and you'll be happy. You're lucky to be serving a celebrity, and my autograph is extremely valuable. So I can't just leave it sitting around on some greasy table on a credit card receipt. Plus, I'm a black character actor nobody recognises and I'm sensitive about my tipping habbits. So there.
At least, that's what I would say if I were Van Peebles.
On a slightly different note, I have started watching disk 1 of season 1 of the Larry David Show. I mean, Curb Your Enthusiasm. This is some positively funny shit. I am averse to all forms of television, including some of the really good high quality stuff, like CNN or Fox News. But I somehow finally caved recently and started watching the end of season 4. I especially liked the season finale where Larry goes to heaven and argues with the angel, Dustin Hoffman. I was literally crying, in tears.
I asked four of my friends and was able to successfully finagle all four seasons on DVD as Christmas gifts (unfortunatley, a fifth friend tried to be helpful and got me a duplicate season 3; I'll have to return that one, asshole).
I always sort of "liked", mildly, the Seinfeld show. I never watched it much, except for some semi-regular visits during the "Seinfeld parties" that people would have. Remember those? You go to someone's house and watch their TV? As if I wanted to watch it myself, I couldn't. Wait, I didn't have any TV reception, so I couldn't. But that's not the point. I came over to socialise, not watch TV!
Anyway, I used to mildly enjoy and maybe slightly guffaw at the Seinfeld shows. But it weren't really all that great. But then, the heavens opened and I saw the Larry David show, and now I realise how truly awful and horrible Seinfeld was. Not the sitcom, the man. Larry David is an awesome comic and Jerry Seinfeld is a worthless pile of useless shit. Jerrry Seinfeld is to stand-up comics as David Copperfield is to magicians. In fact, now I have thrown away all my semi-fond memories of the Seinfeld show and I have replaced them with the happy goodness of the Larry David show. Highly recommended.
After he signed his credit card receipt and left, the waitress looked inside the leather folding receipt holder and a look of panic crossed her face. She immediately ran around to the front and out the door. I wondered what happened, so later I casually asked my waitress what happened with Mario. She stated that Mario had signed his credit card reciept but then he had mistakenly taken both copies. So, while he would be charged, the waitress wouldn't get a big tip. So naturally, she was concerned.
At the risk of starting off into Reservoir Dogs territory, I don't think the words "small fucking tip" should be in a waitress' vocabulary. You take what I give you and you'll be happy. You're lucky to be serving a celebrity, and my autograph is extremely valuable. So I can't just leave it sitting around on some greasy table on a credit card receipt. Plus, I'm a black character actor nobody recognises and I'm sensitive about my tipping habbits. So there.
At least, that's what I would say if I were Van Peebles.
On a slightly different note, I have started watching disk 1 of season 1 of the Larry David Show. I mean, Curb Your Enthusiasm. This is some positively funny shit. I am averse to all forms of television, including some of the really good high quality stuff, like CNN or Fox News. But I somehow finally caved recently and started watching the end of season 4. I especially liked the season finale where Larry goes to heaven and argues with the angel, Dustin Hoffman. I was literally crying, in tears.
I asked four of my friends and was able to successfully finagle all four seasons on DVD as Christmas gifts (unfortunatley, a fifth friend tried to be helpful and got me a duplicate season 3; I'll have to return that one, asshole).
I always sort of "liked", mildly, the Seinfeld show. I never watched it much, except for some semi-regular visits during the "Seinfeld parties" that people would have. Remember those? You go to someone's house and watch their TV? As if I wanted to watch it myself, I couldn't. Wait, I didn't have any TV reception, so I couldn't. But that's not the point. I came over to socialise, not watch TV!
Anyway, I used to mildly enjoy and maybe slightly guffaw at the Seinfeld shows. But it weren't really all that great. But then, the heavens opened and I saw the Larry David show, and now I realise how truly awful and horrible Seinfeld was. Not the sitcom, the man. Larry David is an awesome comic and Jerry Seinfeld is a worthless pile of useless shit. Jerrry Seinfeld is to stand-up comics as David Copperfield is to magicians. In fact, now I have thrown away all my semi-fond memories of the Seinfeld show and I have replaced them with the happy goodness of the Larry David show. Highly recommended.
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