Breakfest with OJ
 

So I am down in Miami this weekend for a wedding. Wander down to the hotel lobby for b-fast at about 11.

My wife and I pull up a seat, order our food. Then a real loud black guy walks by stinking like booze, and yells at the bar maid to get him 2 bloody mary's to go.

He sits at the bar, turns in his seat and looks over at me. Its fucking OJ, he looks all beat up and old though. Then we start chatting and he comes over and shoots the shit for a while while his drinks are being made and complains about his round of golf earlier that morning.

I didnt have the balls to say what was going through my head while we were chatting. I just wanted to say "'If it doesn't fit, you must acquit" but I just couldnt do it. Anyone else ever run into this guy on the street?

You could have opened with a nice easy one like "How does it feel to murder the mother of your children?" That probably would have broken the ice. :)

ya, he was a lot bigger than me and half in the can. plus he obviously kill ppl with his bare hands ...so I held off

good decision :winkwink: