So it's a fairly slow Sunday evening in Ptown (unless you count the leather and vinyl folks in town for the Goth Fest this weekend ... can I just say ... whoa!! :-), Memorial Day wknd so most folks are outta town. I'm sitting around downtown basically twiddling my thumbs when I get sent to The Governor Hotel to pick up some random folks. As I pull up there are 4 cop cars sitting there, the wrong way on the one way - as they do - and they all turn to look at me.
Ofcr1: You need to move on.
Me: I'm just here to pick up someone officers. I was sent here. What's going on eh?
Ofcr1: What's the name of the person you're picking up?
Me: unfortunately they (dispatch) didn't give me the name, so I just kinda looked at him stupidly for a second and right then a dude came walking out the front door ... Um ... Jesus! I hope it's Greg Allman since he just came out the door. Oh pleaseohpleaseohplease!!!
Right then Greg (um ... Mr Allman?) starts speaking, angrily, to the p.d. about something that happened in the hotel lobby w/another guest. I'm just sitting there staring at Greg when someone finally comes outta the hotel to get in my cab.
Longer story short, of the next 15 ppl I spoke with, only 1 of them knew who he was.
Man, I'm old.