Time once again for the 52-week blogging challenge. Today's prompt is "My Embarrassing Stories."
Hmmmm, that would be embarrassing.
Okay, here's a story that is kind of embarrassing and also funny. I've never been a big sports guy up until I found my love for University of Washington Husky football. So in my early 20s (in the early 1980s) when I was in college (for the first time) I paid very little attention to sports.
I was working at pizza place in Bellevue, Washington. Bellevue is a suburb of Seattle and there are a lot of people living there, or near there, who have money (Bill Gates lives close to there, for example). One time a woman came in named "Nordstrom" (based on her credit card) and she was wearing a diamond ring with the rock the size of an almond.
We didn't deliver. One night it was slow and a guy called in a pizza. I asked for his name (as usual) and he told me something. I have no memory now of what it was. So I cooked the pizza.
The guy who came in was amazingly tall. Bushy blonde afro (he was white) Way over six feet. The woman with him, who was probably 5'6", looked tiny next to him. (She was also gorgeous). So the guy pays for the pizza with cash and because it was slow, I said something to him like "Wow, you're tall." He said, "Yeah." So, I said, "You have think of playing basketball?" And he smiles and says, "Yeah, I've thought about it." And takes his pizza and leaves.
So the assistant manager comes up to me and says, "Only you would as Jack Sikma if he plays basketball."
Now even I knew Jack Sikma played for the Seattle Sonics. I said, "That wasn't the name he gave me when he called in the pizza."
Oh, and he's 6'11".
So, Jack Sikma, wherever you are, sorry about that. I really did not realize it was you.
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