I was browsing through some CD's at FYE today when a I noticed a woman walk past with her son following close behind. The kid stopped on the rack opposite me, looking at whatever selection was on the other side. As I turned to leave, it occurred to me that I was mistaken. This wasn't some kid, this was Gary freakin Coleman.
Oh hell yes.
I lingered a bit to see what he and his lady were looking for. They seemed mildly impressed that the CD's were sorted by genre and then alphabetically. I couldn't tell if they were being glib with the employee that was helping them or not.
I didn't say hi or tell him what a stud he was. Gary Coleman already knows that. I simply continued browsing while an FYE associate did his best to help them locate a Kid Rock CD. I'm not even joking, that's exactly what they were looking for.
When the disc couldn't be located on the salesfloor, Gary and his lady followed the "music specialist" over to a help kiosk. As they did so, something caught Mr. Coleman's eye. He had stopped in front of a display of "hot sellers."
"Hey..." he said. "NIN? What is that?"
True story.
Best. Day. Ever.
Also, as a side note I can also tell you that he has the cutest little feet. Seriously.
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I would have paid a million dollars to see you and him go at UFC style right in the middle of the store.
Poor Gary went to our FYE noted for employing the most inept. There is only 2 people there that don't annoy me.
How cool would it have been if after finding out there was no Kid Rock, he turned and said "What you talkin' about Willis?"
Monti sez:
I think the Apocalypse would occur if Gary Coleman said "What you talkin' 'bout Willis" one more time.
No big deal. I think Gary is infact Jesus.
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