Scary Jerry

February 10, 2004

What I wanted for lunch.

What I had:

  • chicken parmesan sandwich on a kaiser
  • chips
  • 3 dill pickle spears

Who I saw: JERRY FALWELL.

Live and in person, people. I looked up for one reason or another and saw him sitting katty-corner to our booth and did a quite visible double take. “Oh my god, is that JERRY?” I hissed. “Where? Where?” everyone said. I motioned. “Up there. That booth right there. Talking to that woman.”

I had my chance to do something truly horrible and I didn’t do it. I wasted it. Even if I didn’t go up to him and say “Hey, how ’bout the Massachusetts court decision?” or spew Satanic nonsense in his general direction, I could have at least slashed his tires. For heaven’s sakes, it would have been so easy!

I hate that man so much that I was actually physically tense just being in the same room with him. But as it turns out, I’ve been too well-raised. Even the purest white-hot hatred can’t overcome my parents’ advice:

1. It’s not okay to attack other human beings (or slash their tires).

2. If you can’t say something nice, don’t say anything at all.

So I paid for lunch and followed my friends out the door.

Dammit!

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13 Comments Leave a Comment

  • 1. Cookie  |  January 11, 2005 at 11:32 pm

    Ewwww! You're totallt tainted now, being in such close proximity to pure evil. Seriously, if I'd have been there, I would have kissed you right on the mouth, right in front of him. That's not included in either one of your rules, and that would have been AWESOME.

  • 2. mike  |  January 11, 2005 at 11:32 pm

    maybe this story will end up like those old high school romance movies: you and jerry will go to understand each other through your mutual hatred, and next thing you know you'll be making out in the furnace room. the wise-cracking janitor with the heart of gold will catch you, but since you've been nice to him all these years, he'll let it slide and even keep from reporting the incident to the evil principal.

  • 3. Lorie  |  January 11, 2005 at 11:32 pm

    oh my god, that would have ROCKED. seriously.

  • 4. Lorie  |  January 11, 2005 at 11:32 pm

    okay, when I talked about things rocking, I meant Cookie's idea, not Mike's. For the record, y'all.

  • 5. Hugo  |  January 11, 2005 at 11:32 pm

    What I want to know is, WHO WAS THE WOMAN Jerry was conversing with…

  • 6. lorie  |  January 11, 2005 at 11:32 pm

    some sort of middle-aged groupie in big shoulder pads. she was standing by his booth.

  • 7. Sandy  |  January 11, 2005 at 11:32 pm

    Dude. Dude dude dude. Clearly you did not stick around to hear the end of either of those parental bits of wisdom: “…UNLESS IT'S JERRY FALWELL.”

  • 8. Gumphood  |  January 11, 2005 at 11:32 pm

    Now if I pretend to be the man of pure evil, and you and cookie get together can we have a re-enactment? I am normally against girl kissing jokes, but not today. Anyway I probably would have spilled my tray on him, and then pretend not to know who he was. Passive aggresive and all.

  • 9. lorie  |  January 11, 2005 at 11:32 pm

    it definitely was not a joke. we'd do it.

  • 10. alex  |  January 11, 2005 at 11:32 pm

    dude, okay, mike? sick. seriously dude, that' s nasty. lorie and cookie? word up, home girls, that' s hot. love always triumphs over evil. ALWAYS.

  • 11. !a  |  January 11, 2005 at 11:32 pm

    Today at lunch I saw Dirk Notwitzki and Steve Nash of the Dallas Mavs.

    I had peppered sausage in a tomoato sauce with pepers and onions,
    Broccoli and Green Beans.

  • 12. missie  |  January 11, 2005 at 11:32 pm

    your a better person than i. at least tell me you gave him a dirty look or an evil sneer.

  • 13. Ginny  |  January 11, 2005 at 11:32 pm

    Well today I saw the fed ex man! So there. No one famous comes in my bookstore.

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