One of my all time favorite riders, and I just lost all respect for him. sigh.
The bar is small, only 10 seats or so and I'm sitting one stool away from some mousy brunette.
I look up and suddenly feel the hair on the back of my neck stand up as OJ strolls in and SITS RIGHT NEXT TO ME.
I exchange glances with the bartender as I feel OJ looking at me, he probably thinks I'm a big football fan since I am wearing a Steelers cap but I refuse to meet his gaze and instead stand up and loudly proclaim "CHECK PLEASE!!!".
In the next 4 minutes or so I have to endure listening to this maniac talk to this numbnut bimbette about "having dinner in Coral Gables" before I can walk out.
Not my first experience with the OJ,I once was caught in a bad storm in Biscayne Bay, my GPS went out and I only made it back in to port by following some bigger boats.
I was feeling good as I got in to my car and drove out of the Marina only to stop to allow some blonde extremely lithe looking women and a couple of black men to cross in front of me.
One of whom happens to be OJ who I proceed to give a GIANT FINGER SALUTE to after he waves in appreciation for letting his party cross.
He just smiled and waved.
In retrospect I think he can sleep at night telling himself at least he didn't order the bombing of the Serbs because his girlfriend was being deposed.
I'm just glad he didn't recognize me at Tony Roma's.
You have to wonder about women, you would think this guy would be lacking for female company but apparently the world is full of thrill seekers.