Ever met someone with a famous name?
Your very own–Tom Green, Kenny Rogers, Keith Richards, maybe a Michael Richards, or a Steve Miller even a Michael Bolton.
I knew a Kevin Arnold once.
I hate figure skating so much that if I were to write just how much I’d get so much hate mail it wouldn’t even be worth it and people would think I was a jerk and think that Gus was part of the axis of evil and that would suck.
[set scene]
Adam was watching TV probably golf.
I was at the computer probably fucking around.
A figure skating commercial came on advertising some event somewhere with Canadian skaters, Elvis Stojko was doing axel moves I wasn’t interested. But then I heard it, the name, Jeffrey Buttle. I whipped around.
“WAS THAT HIM”!�
“NO”
“HOW DO YOU KNOW”???????�
“For one do you really think Dr. Buttle would be able to make all of your appointments and never cancel if he were a figure skater”�
“Whatever that was so him, he is so a figure skater, I know”
[end scene]
Two Fridays ago I waltzed into therapy and just flat out asked: “so what you have a secret identity? Kidding! of course! because Adam even said their was NO WAY you could be a figure skater AND a therapist, there just wouldn’t be time– what with needing to practice and all.”
He had obviously seen said commercial because he chuckled and then I was therapitized.
A few days a go Adam pulled up a picture of this figure skater/therapist impostor and let’s just say it became apparent instantly with crying fits of laughter that my therapist is not a figure skater.
NOT my therapist
Yesterday right before my turn on the couch Adam starts cracking jokes.
“he’ll probably be late on purpose, because he knows you’ll be late so he can get extra practice in.”
I get up to go in already laughing to hear him finish with:
“have a triple lutz”
For the second week in a row I walk in laughing about this damn figure skater and tell him such. Tell him I’d started the post on it but I’d been busy with wedding planning and that it was hard to write it without using his name, I told him, basically all I was going to say was that your name isn’t Elvis Stojko.
But he let me use his name. What a gracious ambassador for the world of professional figure skating.
