so there we were waiting in line to renew the registration on our car in nov 2007. there was a very friendly old man in front of me observing L, commenting and comparing her to his grandkids. i would turn to look at G every now and then he had this look on his face that i've never seen before, but i still kept up our conversation until it was the old man's turn at the registry. while waiting for his service he talked to L and her reponse was to hold her breath until her face turned red as she pushed out a very stinky poop. G rescues me from the stink bomb and on his return he told me that old man was lani mcdonald! who??? his childhood hero! who??? on the old calgary flames team! ok, got it. so i ask him if i could shake the hand of my husband's childhood hero and as he does so he looks over to G, who is stunned at this point and bashfully shakes his hand too. we leave only to return armed with my camera phone to take some paparazzi shots. this should be a lesson to G to comb your hair every morning!
