Thursday, April 11, 2019

They Call Me Mr. Lucky.

ME: You look so familiar. Are you an actor? Musician? Can I have an autograph?
HIM: I’m your mailman, idiot.

Oops. No autograph for me. But then – I wanted to read Garry Marshall’s autobiography, so I picked up a copy online for three bucks. It arrived last night, and I was pleasantly surprised. The seller obviously didn’t know that Garry, one of my heroes, signed the book.

Happy days to me, indeed, sir.