When I was in my very early 20s, this girl who I dated and I played this celebrity lookalike game.
One day, we were eating lunch at this Hamburger Hamlet in West Hollywood, on the extreme West end of the Sunset Strip. I looked up from my lunch to see this totally goofy looking guy, with a stupid mullet, parachute-y muscle pants, and a corduroy hat that had “Someone in Tennessee Loves Me” embroidered on the front.
“Hey,” I said, “There’s Chuck Norris wearing a ‘Someone in Tennessee Loves Me’ cap.”
We cracked up and complimented each other on our insightful wit.
A few minutes later, a manager walked over to that guy’s table holding a phone on a long cord, like you’d see in the old 1940s movies.
“Mr. Norris,” he said, “Mr. Washington is calling from Knoxville.”
i love celebraties.