What the hell! My wife runs off to HEB for a few minutes to pick up a few needed supplies so as to get us through a late afternoon cookout, and some old guy is trying to make time with her.Think I'm kiddin'? Check out the proof here, conveniently captured by security cameras at HEB.
In fairness, he was the Gorton's Fisherman. You gotta like the fact that for an older guy, he had a line of ladies queued up to take their pictures with him.
Apparently, things got a little sketchy and security had to be called in when one older neighborhood lady wanted to whip open his raincoat and get a peak of his fishstick.
It ain't easy being a celebrity, I suppose.
Well, those commercials always told us to "Trust the Gorton's fisherman", but I didn't know that meant with our wives as well.
ReplyDeleteCome to think of it, why were we supposed to trust him, anyway?