Enter Sandman
Yesterday my big boss took us underlings out to lunch to say thanks for the hard work we’ve done over the holidays. It was much appreciated. We go to The Cheesecake Factory in White Plains, and I’m eating my “weight management spicy chicken salad” (that was seriously depressing to order). I see some movement out of the corner of my eye, and I also see my boss start to freak out a little. I look up and its Mariano Rivera, one of the best closers in baseball history, walking into the Cheesecake Factory with about 7 kids and sitting at the booth next to me. He was on the inside of the booth, so he wasn’t easy to get at.
