Scotman
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I'm just relating a couple of stories my mom told me. Thought y'all might get a kick out of them. They serve no other purpose. 
My mom used to work at a place called the Stagecoach Inn in Salado, TX about 20 years ago. Being an established business, they used to get some pretty famous people coming in to eat. My mom met a couple of them when she was working as a seating hostess.
The first was Tom Landry. You know you read everywhere that Landry was a nice guy. The reporters all sing his praises. All the players say he was a tremendous man. Yada, yada, yada. You know what he was like to people like my mom. People waiting on him. People who were serving him. Just exactly like you'd hope. His reservation had actually been given to another group. Yes, this even happened to folks like him. My mom got the unfortunate duty of telling him that he and his party would have to wait. If you've ever been to the Stagecoach Inn, you know that can take a bit. My mom said he was just as gracious and pleasant during his 20 minute wait as you could ever hope he'd be.
The second one was Mean Joe. Mean Joe is from the central Texas area. My mom had no clue who he was as she didn't watch football. Her job was to seat people. Naturally, you'd seat the people with reservations when they came in. The rest waited in line. On a very busy night, with a very long line, Mean Joe comes in with a small group and walks straight to the front of the line. Now, you've got to picture this to get a clear understanding of the whole thing. My mom stands 5'3" in her shoes and goes a whopping 110 pounds after supper. Also, understand that Mean Joe had made reservations under the name Joe Green. As he approached my mother, he told her that, and I quote, "I'm mean Joe and we'd like to see if we can get a table." Of course, he assumed she would know that he meant Mean Joe Green. 'Cause everybody knows Mean Joe, right? Well, not my mom. In front of everyone else waiting in line, my mom stood her ground against what she thought was a line crasher and told him, "Well, I'm Mean Darlene and you'll have to wait in line like everybody else." The place just erupted. My mom quickly found out who he was and he did get his reservations. She also said he was very nice and left her a big tip. Seems he had a sense of humor about it too.
Just thought I'd share those stories.
Scot
My mom used to work at a place called the Stagecoach Inn in Salado, TX about 20 years ago. Being an established business, they used to get some pretty famous people coming in to eat. My mom met a couple of them when she was working as a seating hostess.
The first was Tom Landry. You know you read everywhere that Landry was a nice guy. The reporters all sing his praises. All the players say he was a tremendous man. Yada, yada, yada. You know what he was like to people like my mom. People waiting on him. People who were serving him. Just exactly like you'd hope. His reservation had actually been given to another group. Yes, this even happened to folks like him. My mom got the unfortunate duty of telling him that he and his party would have to wait. If you've ever been to the Stagecoach Inn, you know that can take a bit. My mom said he was just as gracious and pleasant during his 20 minute wait as you could ever hope he'd be.
The second one was Mean Joe. Mean Joe is from the central Texas area. My mom had no clue who he was as she didn't watch football. Her job was to seat people. Naturally, you'd seat the people with reservations when they came in. The rest waited in line. On a very busy night, with a very long line, Mean Joe comes in with a small group and walks straight to the front of the line. Now, you've got to picture this to get a clear understanding of the whole thing. My mom stands 5'3" in her shoes and goes a whopping 110 pounds after supper. Also, understand that Mean Joe had made reservations under the name Joe Green. As he approached my mother, he told her that, and I quote, "I'm mean Joe and we'd like to see if we can get a table." Of course, he assumed she would know that he meant Mean Joe Green. 'Cause everybody knows Mean Joe, right? Well, not my mom. In front of everyone else waiting in line, my mom stood her ground against what she thought was a line crasher and told him, "Well, I'm Mean Darlene and you'll have to wait in line like everybody else." The place just erupted. My mom quickly found out who he was and he did get his reservations. She also said he was very nice and left her a big tip. Seems he had a sense of humor about it too.
Just thought I'd share those stories.
Scot
