NAME DROPPER

Overheard at lunch today at Lee's Deli in the City: "Yeah, I used to do some work for the Stones (as in Rolling-my note). Yea, Mick's a real nice guy."

No remark or response from the guy he was talking to. He looked as impressed as I was. That is, not. I wanted to ask him if he could call Mick and get me some tickets to their next concert. Name dropper. At least I don't go around saying I once worked for Madonna's Record Company and that she smiled at me passing in the hallway. Sheesh.

Now, if he had said he used to do some work for Earth Wind and Fire and that Maurice and Philip were nice guys, then he would become my new best friend.

Late.