Now I don't want to get off on a rant here...

The Rhode to White Marsh

Last night my wife and I spent a nice relaxing evening at Barnes & Noble getting some coffee and book browsing. Well at least I was book browsing. Amy likes to look at decorating magazines because she is in a home improvement zone like I have never seen before. Maybe they are decorating books too, but they are all on the same subject so I don’t deem that browsing.

As we went to sit down with some coffee and a $1.95 cupcake (I was so happy it was under 2 bucks), Amy pulled her chair out and didn’t notice the guy walking behind her. It was no big deal as he just slide out of the way and sat down with his wife at an adjacent table.

I leaned over to Amy and whispered, “You just pulled your chair out into Arthur Rhodes!”
“Who’s that?”
“He was a pitcher for the Orioles in the mid 90’s.”
“Oh really!? Does he still play?”
“I’m pretty sure”

I used to run into him at Della’s a lot. If I remember correctly he lives in Perry Hall somewhere. My dad once ran into him at McDonald’s when he was still on the O’s and explained to him exactly what he was doing wrong; typical of my father. I prefer the “respect their privacy” approach and don’t usually say anything.

That didn’t stop us from glancing over at them every 5 minutes to see if they were still there. We are sooo smooth! Good thing we don’t live near Hollywood.

Posted by price at February 8, 2005 12:17 PM