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Work had been pretty lame lately 'cause I've been getting in trouble for stupid shit, but Saturday night was particularly sweet for a few reasons:
1. I made damn near one hunny in tips. Some times people are really generous, and this time, three different people handed me a twenty dollar bill. So that was nice.
2. I had my first celebrity sighting at the hotel. None other than, legendary journalist, Mr. Walter Cronkite. He went to diner with his assistant and when he came back, I helped him into his wheelchair, and escorted them into the lobby.
3. As I was working at the door, a taxi pulled up, and when I opened the door, a nerd with glasses and a beard came out. Not just any nerd with glasses and a beard. This one was wearing a purple, velvet, seanjohn track suit. Oh man, did he look hilarious.
Good times a the hotel.