Yan Can Cook and So Can You
I was walking back from someone's office where I fixed a printer when an asian guy in a chef's uniform walked up to one of the keycard double doors and I went over and let him in.
We were walking the same direction for about ten feet when I couldn't shake the feeling that I recognized him. I kept staring at him giving him the weird eye when it dawned on me: I had just let Martin Yan into the building. Realizing that he was a foreigner and a terrorist alien threat I slammed him into the display case glass and threw him down the elevator shaft. I'm just kidding, I couldn't do that anyway, the guy is a knife ninja and I would be a stir fly with cuwwy sauce faster than I could blink.
Seriously, I shook his hand and told him I loved his show as a kid. However, I did not mention how surprised I was that he was about 5'5", grey haired, and not a giant tv guy with knife wielding superpowers that I had always remembered him as. He thanked me and we went our seperate ways.
I can probably go back and get him to autograph something. WHAT SHOULD IT BE?!!!
We were walking the same direction for about ten feet when I couldn't shake the feeling that I recognized him. I kept staring at him giving him the weird eye when it dawned on me: I had just let Martin Yan into the building. Realizing that he was a foreigner and a terrorist alien threat I slammed him into the display case glass and threw him down the elevator shaft. I'm just kidding, I couldn't do that anyway, the guy is a knife ninja and I would be a stir fly with cuwwy sauce faster than I could blink.
Seriously, I shook his hand and told him I loved his show as a kid. However, I did not mention how surprised I was that he was about 5'5", grey haired, and not a giant tv guy with knife wielding superpowers that I had always remembered him as. He thanked me and we went our seperate ways.
I can probably go back and get him to autograph something. WHAT SHOULD IT BE?!!!