ME: *Killing time at Barnes & Noble before a lunch meeting at the Grand Hyatt.*
*a man wearing camo pants, a tattered jacket and bandana, rides the escalator up to the top floor, and he starts looking at me.*
ME: *Trying to look interested in a paperback.*
UNKNOWN DUDE (UD): Hey, have you seen Scott?
ME: Excuse me?
UD: You know. . . Scott. He was right behind me.
ME: *Gesturing to my conference badges around my neck.* I'm not from around here. I don't know any Scott.
UD: Everyone knows Scott.
ME: Uh, not me.
UD: Are you sure?
ME: I'm 100 percent positive.
UD: If you see him, let me know.
ME: Will do.
UD: *Walks out of Barnes & Noble.*
Posted by Ryan at March 7, 2006 04:15 PM | TrackBackshould have messed with his head.
YOU: What was he wearing?
UD: (whatever)
YOU: Yeah! I saw a dude dressed like that get hauled away by a couple a guys in black suits. Looked like they were looking for someone else, too.
Posted by: Rob@L&R at March 7, 2006 06:01 PMScott? Scott's dead, man.
Posted by: Clapper at March 8, 2006 08:41 AMOdd. I see Scott every couple of days, wandering around on Nicollet Mall.
Posted by: Keith at March 8, 2006 09:04 AMScott is a jackass. I hate Scott.
(hello from Seattle)
Posted by: john patrick at March 8, 2006 02:22 PM
Stumble It!
