Last night, as the Ginger Ninja and I emerged from baggage claim at Peason’s Terminal 1, we saw a chauffeur from a car service holding up a sign that read: Gilbert Gottfried.
“Oh, crap,” I said to Wendy, “let’s get out of here.”
I should’ve taken a picture, but I was just too tired.
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I worked with Gilbert on a Giant Carpet commercial.
He's really nice, and thankfully not on all the time.