On a recent morning, I was strolling back to my car after walking one of my granddaughters to day care.
A guy in a rusty beater pulled up next to me and rolled down the window. I could hear the car radio playing and there was also someone in the passenger seat.
“Do you know what time it is?” he shouted in a vintage Chicago accent.
I glanced at my watch and yelled, “It’s 8:03.”
“What?” he yelled back.
“8:03!” I repeated.
“8:00???” he yelled back.
“Yeah!” yells me.
Then he looked at me and said, “Hey, are you that guy on Channel 11?”
I answered, “Yeah, that’s me.”
“The one who makes those stupid paper things?” he asked and then let out a roaring laugh and gunned the car down the street.
I couldn’t help it. I started laughing, too. Made my day. At least he watches sometimes.
Anyway, for those of you who missed it a few years ago, here’s the story about my stupid paper things.