Funny, but this same thing happened to me once—only the gray-haired “gentleman” in question was Bea Arthur, and instead of smiling and waving and saying “Thank you,” the old bitch dropped a handful of change out of the window, then peeled off with such force that the sideview mirror from her Escalade nearly ripped the squeegee right out of my hand.
If there’s such a thing as cosmic justice, I can only hope a flock of pigeons followed her into Brentwood and took a giant group dump on her Hollywood liberal windshield.
(h/t Ardolino)
Hmm. I almost jumped off a set of bleachers right onto the Chief of Staff of the Army at Fort Riley in 1986…but that’s not really the same. Not a positive thing.
I, too, hope the pigeons got Arthur’s windshield.
Kinda off topic, but if I see Shep Smith anytime soon, I’m going to smack him across the face with a waterlogged copy of All The King’s Men.
BINGO!!!
That was pretty cool.
That’s way cool, as long as he wasn’t wearing purple chiffon.
/obscure.
In that case, I feel duty-bound to drag this one out again:
Q: What’s the difference between Bea Arthur and an old shoe?
A: You could eat an old shoe if you had to.
There is, of course, no such thing as cosmic justice. That was proven the day that MTV VJ Kennedy strolled through the kitchen of the Beverly Carlton and nobody shot her in the head.
my $.02
SB: reading
Hmmm. Carlton?…
In the spirit of Craig’s reply, I have to trot out an old chestnut which is my favorite Mad Magazine joke of all time.
(from a Jeopardy! spoof)
Answer: TV’s talking horse
Question: Who is Bea Arthur?
Good times, good times.