was just walking back from an “off-campus” meeting with my boss and two co-workers. one co-worker and i were engrossed in a conversation when my boss tapped me on the shoulder and said, “did you just see Henry Winkler?”
a non-sequitur if i ever heard one, but then she pointed behind us to a short guy with silver-gray hair ambling up Madison in a trench coat. i could tell right away from the shape of his head that it was, indeed, The Fonz.
“that was such a ‘you’ sighting,” my boss said. “i can’t believe you missed him.”
am still trying to figure out how to take that. am leaning toward thinly-veiled insult/commentary on my lack-of-coolness.
little does she know i was not a “Happy Days” girl growing up. i was much more into “Laverne & Shirley.” i mean, come on now.