So I’m in the City…in a place called Tussauds…and who do I run into, Albert Einstein.
Frankly, I thought he was dead, but here he is, just standing there all by himself.
So anyways, I walk over to him and I say, “Al, baby, you gotta lighten up a bit. All this talks about relatives all the time is just wearing thin. So the in-laws give you some grief from time to time, you should pardon the expression, Al, but you gotta string along. Know what I mean?”
He was obviously so knocked out of his socks with my arguments…he never said a word.
Never one word.
But at least I got a chance to talk to him.
And I was lucky enough to get a picture.