I was passing though Shoppers Pharmacy today when a little old lady wobbled up to me, gave me a huge smile and said, “hello Larry, how nice to see you”. I responded with an equally large smile and said, “hello dear, it is nice to see you too, but I am not Larry”.
“Of course you are Larry MacGuire”, she said with some irritation.
“No, dear”, I said, telling her that I do know Larry, but she may be assured she is mistaking me for someone else.
“You are Larry MacGuire”, she said, adding “my sister knows you”.
“No, I am not Larry and I do not live in Kings County” I repeated.
“You are Larry, I know it”, she said and stamped her little foot, turned her back and walked away.
I whispered “vote Liberal” as she walked away.
Is there any question about why I love this place?
19 Jan 2007 at 04:21 pm | #
Too funny. I wouldn’t make that mistake. Even with all his warts, I have to admit Larry has damn fine “walking away” buns of steel.
19 Jan 2007 at 04:38 pm | #
Damn, so that is why she thought I was Larry. (sigh), I shudda known.
20 Jan 2007 at 11:25 pm | #
This case of mistaken identity was the topic of conversation at our table at the D9 Fundraiser this evening. My guess is that the little old lady prolly was Larry’s grandma hoping a really nice bloke such as yourself was her grandson. My second guess is that Anonymous is giving Larry and his “walking away buns of steel” way to much credit. You may have precious little junk in your trunk, HB, but what you do have can compete with McGuire’s buns and Locke’s flugelhorn playing anyday. (Even with L’Acadienne’s explanation tonight of how a cold flugelhorn must be warmed first with the hands before being blown with the mouth...honest. You really should have bought a ticket. This explanation alone was worth $35.00)
I suggest that both Grandma and Anonymous get their eyes checked.
21 Jan 2007 at 01:14 am | #
Oh Jean, just to let you know that I don’t have to worry about Locke’s flugelhorn getting cold again, At the second party we went to tonight (HOG gathering) he was presented with a flugelhorn warmer. My lips need not fear of getting frost bitten again.
21 Jan 2007 at 10:48 am | #
Once again, L’Acadienne gets spoiled.