Jim

Really tall man walks in, looks vaguely familiar. I ask if his name is Jim, and I apparently asked using a Texas accent. Why yesss it is, he drawls. I roll my eyes, probably, but smile. Where are you from, he asks me. Texas. Where in Texas? College Station. And before I could say ‘Home of Texas A&M and Texas Aggies’, he beat me to it. Said exactly what I always say when people ask me where I’m from. I think I might love him; he knows my state, College Station, and my Texas Aggies. From that point forward, he was a slow talking cowboy, when he was talking to me. 

 

I walk him down to meet my friends. I enter first and tell the ladies, “I’d like for you to meet my friend Jim.” Tall chick says, “Oh Jimmm, I was just talking about you”, like they had known each other all their lives. They hug. He backs up and says, “you gave me syphilis......twice.” I didn’t know whether to laugh or run. Jim was coming back my direction, I raise my hands, oh no buddy don’t touch this, I don’t want to touch syphilis. 

 

I told him I wasn’t sure if he was Jim. He told me he may have gained some weight since the last time I saw him. Naw, I just didn’t recognize you with your clothes on...not really, I didn’t say that.

 

Come to find out my two friends had been talking about Jim, unbeknownst to me or Jim, his CBS bits. And here I come walking him in, to introduce him to the crew. He and tall blonde have never met, the whole syphilis thing was a sham, didn’t happen. And I’m still smiling. 

 

This is how I met quick witted, brilliant comedian, Jim Gaffigan today. He’s probably still talking Texan tonight. It’s contagious. 

 

Regarded as a ‘clean’ comic, little to no use of profanity, he did drop the syphilis bomb, on a total stranger who played along with him, as if they’d done this before. 

 

Too funny. So much fun. 

 

Good life. Good people. 

 

Wanna meet someone new tomorrow? Yeah, why not. I’ll see what I can do. 

 

Nite nite. 

 

xoxo

 

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