My Name Is Earl at the Chelsea Hotel
What, is he waiting for me to acknowledge him? I wondered. To ask, â€œHey, arenâ€™t you that Earl guy?â€ Maybe even ask for his autograph or something?
I was coming into a hotel the other day, and who should I run into checking in at the front desk but that Earl guy from _My Name Is Earl._ I nodded to him, and then I stood there waiting for the elevator.
But I noticed that that Earl guy kept staring at me. What, is he waiting for me to acknowledge him? I wondered. To ask, â€œHey, arenâ€™t you that Earl guy?â€ Maybe even ask for his autograph or something?
Well, I wasnâ€™t going to give him the satisfaction. The elevator came, and with Earl still staring at me, I got on and went up. It wasnâ€™t until I got to about the third floor that I realized, "Hey, I know why he was staring at me: Itâ€™s because Iâ€™m carrying this five-foot-tall painting that I just found in the trash." Iâ€™m sure he was thinking, Wow, thereâ€™s one of those crazy Chelsea artists Iâ€™ve been hearing so much about; the bohemian weirdness is starting already.
When I got to the eight floor, I told a bohemian girl about my recent star sighting, but she seemed more interested in the painting.