Moment of fangirl squee
Oct. 16th, 2004 07:26 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rikibethSo the boss comes back towards the kitchen, with a customer in tow. She's muttering something to the customer about "say something, so she'll know." I assume it's someone with an ingredient question, or perhaps even a word of *gasp* praise.
He takes a deep breath and near-recites, "1-888-623-2112 is the number to call..."
I get a big dorky grin on my face and say, "The NPR pledge number!"
He introduces himself. It's John Dankowski! Our local Morning Edition guyI had no idea he was a customer! I told him, as if it weren't obvious, that I listened every morning. (The kitchen radio was playing classical, 'cause I hadn't switched it after Wait Wait Don't Tell Me.)
The boss says, "I told him we had an addict back here, so he had to come and meet you."
He and the boss used to be neighbors. Before I moved to the neighborhood, obviously.
For the record, he looks NOTHING like what I expected. I should have guessed from the last name that he was NOT a balding WASP with a bow tie and glasses, but for some reason that's what I'd been picturing, not the tall, lanky, dark-haired, bearded fellow who was in the store. Much younger-looking than I expected, too.
I was really glad that I hadn't managed to spill pumpkin pie mixture all over my apron, and that my purple bandana was still tidily covering my hair instead of slipping down.
Now I'll know what he looks like when I hear him in the morning. I wonder if he'll picture me listening in my kitchen.
Purple bandana and all.
He takes a deep breath and near-recites, "1-888-623-2112 is the number to call..."
I get a big dorky grin on my face and say, "The NPR pledge number!"
He introduces himself. It's John Dankowski! Our local Morning Edition guyI had no idea he was a customer! I told him, as if it weren't obvious, that I listened every morning. (The kitchen radio was playing classical, 'cause I hadn't switched it after Wait Wait Don't Tell Me.)
The boss says, "I told him we had an addict back here, so he had to come and meet you."
He and the boss used to be neighbors. Before I moved to the neighborhood, obviously.
For the record, he looks NOTHING like what I expected. I should have guessed from the last name that he was NOT a balding WASP with a bow tie and glasses, but for some reason that's what I'd been picturing, not the tall, lanky, dark-haired, bearded fellow who was in the store. Much younger-looking than I expected, too.
I was really glad that I hadn't managed to spill pumpkin pie mixture all over my apron, and that my purple bandana was still tidily covering my hair instead of slipping down.
Now I'll know what he looks like when I hear him in the morning. I wonder if he'll picture me listening in my kitchen.
Purple bandana and all.
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Date: 2004-10-16 04:33 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-10-16 04:51 pm (UTC)Cool! Kick ass!
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yes, I love my npr. except during fundraisers.
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Date: 2004-10-16 06:25 pm (UTC)I made the mistake of going to the Wait, Wait webpage. I wish I hadn't. Peter Sagle sounds young and hip to me and he totally isn't. And I somehow always picture Carl Kasell as being far more robust than he really is. It is weird the way you get a mental image of NPR people and the reality almost never matches.
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Date: 2004-10-16 07:17 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-10-17 08:33 am (UTC)Cool. I love it when stuff like that happens.