Well, it was BOUND to happen.  I finally got recognized on the street.  Well, technically, it was in the nail salon, but whatever.  Tomato (long A), tomato (short A).  I’ll guarantee camera-wielding paparazzi aren’t too far behind.

Oh, who am I kidding?  I’m about as famous as my postman.  A few people look forward to seeing him occasionally … and that’s it.

Since I’ve been in TV for 800 years, I forget the power of the boob tube.  People act like they know you simply because you come in to their living room.  I’ve worked with countless newsfolks over the years … all of whom say the same thing.  The general public is politely deranged.  Since you’re on TV, people forget they have a filter in their brain.

“I’ve been watching you for YEARS,” is always The Public’s opening salvos.  That is immediately followed by, “You look so much taller (shorter, attractive, bigger, fatter, smaller, prettier, chubbier, tinier, hotter) on TV!”

Heck, I’ve been working exclusively for Halls for the last year now.  You’d think employees at the store would have some idea who the hell I am.  Nope.  They look at me like any other customer … albeit one who is decked out from head to toe in their apparel.  They never recognize me until I open my mouth.  While my look is not memorable, my voice is.  I’ll say something and heads will swivel … like I’m speaking in tongues or something.

That’s what happened last week when I was shooting a piece on the art of “jujing”.  (Which is what Richie Rich would call “rolling his sleeves”.)  Watch the segment below:

http://www.kctv5.com/video/24444101/index.html

Several Halls associates would whisper amongst themselves while I was shooting my segment.  In between takes, I turned on my super-bionic hearing.  Wanna know what they were saying?  “He looks so much taller (shorter, attractive, bigger, fatter, smaller, prettier, chubbier, tinier, hotter) on TV!”

Yep, I’m famous.