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Originally Posted by patrickt
Ahhh, well let me tell you another story. Thirty years or so ago, I was young in my career, and I was flying through LAX. I was in first class and, when I boarded the plane, imagine my surprise and delight to be seated next to Burt Reynolds. I nodded "hello" to him, but we did not speak during the short flight. However, towards the end of the flight he asked me to pass him a magazine from across the isle, which I did, and I said "by the way, I'm a big fan of yours." He smiled politely at me and said "I'm not Burt Reynolds." Well, that depressed me for the rest of the day. Had that man simply smiled and nodded, or had he even said "I really appreciate that, thanks." it would have made my week, and I would have remembered it to this day. And so, my dear Rodney, I view the "Is it real?" scenario to be in a similar vein. Others, of course, will disagree.  |
That's actually a good one. Here's mine, non Cobra related: In my salad days, I was signed to Capitol records. My band was new to the label and we were at a concert, sharing a box with the uppers, including the president. Well, as the night passed, the president's wife was sitting real close, I mean really leaning in, kicking her shoe off and tickling my leg, and placing her hand further up my thigh as the night passed. I was freaking out. I figured the president and his wife have an open marriage. She was
not attactive. But was I going to have to take one for the team? This was our carreer at stake! Nothing happened but on the way home, I was looking at the piece of paper she handed me with her number on it. I was saying, "I can't believe Gary's wife! She wanted me!" My friend says, "Who? That wasn't Gary's wife. That was Becky from accounting."
Moral of the story: The truth shall set you free.