...and this guy comes in with like four other people. They are talking about wrestling moves, and it's pretty clear they are indy guys getting sandwiches after a show or something. It's like 3 guys and two chicks, one of whom is pregnant.
So the big guy (who I'm guessing is the promoter) is buying them sandwiches ($5 footlongs for all!) and after he gets done he just kind of stares at me.
Like, a lot.
Like - he's still staring at me a couple of minutes later when I look up again.
He's turned around facing away from the sub counter and just looking at Lise and I, and we're the only other people in this Subway at 10:00PM on a Sunday.
What the fuck? I haven't posted a picture here in at least 5 years. I know I'm not famous. Yet, this indy guy is looking at me very intently. Either he knows who I am, or he's looking for a tall, fat redneck to have his guys beat up, and he thinks he's found paydirt.
We found his myspace later and it was indeed the promoter / owner of a small fed.
I spent most of the night at the office giggling because Wendy's is out for BLOOD right now. This woman is going to seriously regret trying to pull this one. How Wendy's handled this has just been textbook.