I can tell wrestling is in town again. Not by the super tall and heavily buff men renting cars to Moline today, but by my wrestling fan coworker stalking the passengers getting their luggage. He even asked 2 other people to get autographs for him when he had to get back to work. He brings a wrestling magazine with Sharpie for them to sign and shows it off to everyone. One wrestler refused to sign his magazine, but would sign a blank piece of paper for him. He probably thought he was one of those autograph sellers, but I didn't tell my coworker that because he was very upset with disappointment. My coworker waited throughout his shift for "The Wrestler" who made a movie called Marine, or something like. He had the usual reports of who shook his hand along with the autograph and who was distracted, thus reluctantly signed yet another autograph. I observed how when wrestlers rent cars, sometimes they seem disappointed we non-wrestling fans fail to recognize them. But that could be just my imagination. So you're Mr. Studmuffin in the ring, huh? That's nice. Sign here please. Have a good day.
Guess what, he never got sight of "The Wrestler". But another coworker who recognized his picture pawed around for scratch paper to get his autograph and then suddenly got too nervous to ask him. He was renting a car next door. He made my female coworker who could not care less about wrestling to ask for the autograph. She didn't want to so they asked me. NO, I said. I probably be too nervous and start shaking. I admit it freely, I'm a wimp. So the other girl got the autograph and my coworker was bouncing with excitement laughing how this other coworker is going to be so mad he missed him. Better go. Post later. Bye!
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