Planted?
Kinky.
I've been on the receiving end of two embarrassing moments. The first was years ago. I answered my phone to, "Is this Jim?" "Yeah," I said. "Hey, this is Danny DeVito!" We chatted for a minute or two before I finally asked him if he knew I was the Jim from the toystore he and his wife shopped at. It turns out that his wife, the talented and lovely Rhea Perlman, had left my phone number sitting on their kitchen counter, he thought I was an old college or Army buddy or something, and called me out of the blue.
The second was at one of my markets recently. A kid that stops by for samples every couple of weeks ended his visit with, "I love you." Poor guy. Embarrassed hardly covers it. "That's how I say goodbye to my parents!" was all he could squeak out as he beat a hasty retreat. All I could think of to say, and to not dig his hole deeper, was, "Well that's a nice thing for anyone to hear. See you later." Oy.
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Does anyone still wear a hat?
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