(Sometime during the hour of 11:00 a.m. and 12:00 p.m.; January 2002)
When my wife first told me that she might interview Angelina Jolie, I think my jaw dropped. And if it had been summerime, I think I probably would have swallowed some flies. My wife looked at me and said, "You want to meet her, don't you?"
"YES!" I blurted. Actually "YES!" is the tamer version. I'm pretty sure I said something totally different. But then the hammer fell and she chuckled, "Yeah, well that's not going to happen."
Wiping something that resembled spittle from my face, I looked at her. Why would she do that? Oh yeah...because she can. I carefully composed myself and I think I was primping (just a little). The vanity mirror in the car was down and I was looking at myself. So yes, I was probably primping.
Me: “So...(very nonchalantly)...what's up?”
Wife: “I might be interviewing her."
Me: “Man your job really sucks. How awful would that be.” ( I LOVE THIS JOB OF YOURS!)
Wife: “Excuse me?”
Me: “I said, your job really sucks.”
Wife: “Hmm. Yes, well. (She stops and stares at me.) There's a big conference coming up with Wayne Gretzky, Angelina, and the governor. It's for the Olympics.”
Me: “Hey, I know the governor. Mr. Leavitt’s a fine man.”
Wife: "You don't know the governor. You've only met him. Twice at best.”
Me: "Yeah. Well that's more than all those other people who have met him once."
Wife: "You can't go anyway. You work Saturdays.”
Me: “Hey! Just because I work on Saturdays doesn't mean I can't take them off, (I think) maybe.”
Wife: “Well, anyway...I'm not sure I'm going to do it.”
Me: “Dude! That's Wayne Gretzky you’re talking about. You'll want to do that interview. You should take my camera, too. And take lots of pictures. Of everyone. That's there.”
Wife: “You’re a weirdo. You just want pictures of Angelina.”
Me: “ It's the Olympics man. We should be taking lots of pictures. Of Everyone.”
Me: “Dude, whatever happened to your Angelina interview?”
Wife: “My what?”
Me: “Your Angelina interview?”
Me: “Angelina Jolie...and, and, and...that other guy. That sports guy. The ice rink guy.”
Wife: “Wayne Gretzky?”
Me: “Yeah, exactly. Whatever happened to that?”
Wife: “It never happened. I was too busy.”
Me: “Dude, you were going to take pictures!”
Wife: “You’re a WEIRDO! And QUIT calling me DUDE!”
I never did get to meet Angelina Jolie because it turns out I work on Saturdays and nobody wants to work for me on Saturdays. They like their Saturdays. And my wife never got to meet her, either, because her work took her somewhere else that saturday also, (OOH...burn) and somebody else got the interview. I never meet anyone.