lesson #26: like a bad penny, people always turn up

So you know that panic you feel in the pit of your stomach when you hear a voice from the past or see a face across a crowded room that you never expected (hoped) to see again. Your palms start to sweat, the heart palpitations begin, and you start waving your arms at the waitress for another drink like a drowning woman…yes it’s like karma is having a gut wrenching laugh at you. Well today I would like to talk about the LA version of this unfortunate phenomenon.

Now I’ve been out and about and seen people who I swear I must have gone to college with or maybe camp only to later realize “oh, that’s right, I know you from t.v.” Well a few days ago I experienced the exact opposite of this. I was watching a little boob tube while folding some laundry, not really paying a ton of attention, when all of a sudden I realized that I knew that guy maneuvering the sleek shiny four door sedan through downtown like a stunt driver from The Italian Job.  Who was it? How did I know him? Then it hit me, like a big fat slap in the face: oh.my.god…it was the bartender.  My life is awesome.

As the blood began to flow again and feeling returned to my extremities I realized this was the danger of not enforcing a strict  “NO ACTORS WELCOME HERE” policy. Now obviously, a face to face encounter in a dimly lit setting would have been much more traumatic (and of course I am being dramatic), but I now live with a little bit fear in knowing that whenever the great American car company has decided to purchase prime time air space I will be face to screen with a reminder of the 2.5% girl and her behavior. I absolutely wish the bartender well…and support his pursuit of becoming something other than a bartender, but if he pops up next in a 30 second masterpiece endorsing my favorite adult beverage I officially believe that in a past life I was not a likable person.

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