I was at my neighborhood bar Woodland’s Tavern last night, and the bartender gave me a bigger-than usual smile when I walked in.
“I saw you on my computer last night!”
“…what?”
“Your blog! Amanda stumbled across it and we watched your videos! I had no idea you were only 22.”
“I get that a lot.”
“So… you’re like the first person I know who I’ve ever seen on my computer!”
“That’s me. Famous.”
“Yeah…. hey! Wait! Will you sign this dollar bill so I can hang it on the wall?”
“…are you serious?”
I realized when he took a dollar out of his pocket and handed me a marker that he was, in fact, serious. And after he took my freshly autographed (shit, isn’t it illegal to mark up legal tender? I plead the fifth!) he hung it on the wall underneath the few big-enough-to-also-make-the-wall music acts who had played there. I looked at it thoughtfully and said, “Someday, that will be worth a dollar.”
Kathy Riordan says:
You know what I think. Put your phone number on that bill and it’s worth a heck of a lot more than a dollar.
Jan 11, 2011, 3:30 pmJay Rowsey says:
That’s great! You should have put lipstick kiss mark on it, but then it looks pretty, shall we say circulated?
Jan 11, 2011, 1:46 pm