Saturday, March 24, 2007
Sign, sign, everywhere a sign
OK, so I need to back track a bit. I mentioned a strange sighting back in early December at the Krystal in Bryon, GA. This led to a series of phone calls, an extremely long wait, and several moments of insane laughter. But when it was all said and done, this is the result:  I placed several phone calls and stopped by a couple of times, but then it all came down to waiting. I was assured I would get the sign once they got the new ones in for their next promotion. However that took longer than expected. ARGH! When the phone call finally came in, I took off for Byron like a man possessed. Probably because, at least temporarily, I was possessed. When I arrived, I met Tony, the store manager I had been talking to on the phone, who was holding the sign for me. With him was another gentleman who was apparently a regional manager. once again, because I am a doofus, I have forgotten the other gentleman's name. We talked and laughed about the whole KLHOF thing, and then they went to the back and got my signs they'd been holding for me. Yes, "signS." Apparently when Tony mentioned it to his manager, he went to other stores looking for more copies of the signs. He found one at another store and pulled it immediately for me. Just in case it isn't obvious, the person in the sign is NOT me. Every time I show the sign to someone (and I keep one copy in my truck for just such an occasion) they always look at the picture, ignoring the words, and state "That's NOT you." As if I have somehow deluded myself into thinking I look like the hipster in the shades. For the record, there are people in the world with job titles like "actor" and "model" who make a living off pretending they are someone else. I know this might come as a shock to some people, especially in the world we live in dominated by "reality TV" (that is as far from reality as you can imagine). People always ask me if I am upset that they didn't use my face. The answer is an emphatic "no." First of all, I am not a jealous person. I get a regular fill of chili cheese pups, and as we all know those cure jealousy. Second of all, its the message that is important, not the messenger. If only one person contemplates Krystal Stuffing, or some other creative use for Krystals. Even something as simple as one day adding Bacon. Then I think the world becomes a little bit better place, don't you? Obviously the title of this post is the opening line from the song "Signs" by Five Man Electrical Band. (They're Canadian, eh?) The song was covered by Tesla. (They're not from Canada, eh?)  |
Labels: Bacon, Cheese, Chili, Pups
