One night (I worked 3-midnight) around 10 pm a limo pulls up. A huge black guy gets out, walks to the ladies room and goes inside. After a minute or so he returns to the limo and opens the door and out steps Dolly Parton. He escorts her to the ladies room and a few minutes later she returns to the limo and they leave. To me it was like a Aesop's fable. The lesson...when you have to go you have to go, no matter how rich or famous.
Wednesday, July 27, 2005
Little John's ongoing story of seeing celebrities while pumping gas in Malibu (circa 1984).
Posted by Julie D. at 1:30 PM