Armenians strike again in Glendale. This time at the Starbucks on Western. As I get my latte, 5 mins. late for my appt. with Dr. S., a tall, skinny, embattled looking man in a suit approaches me, holding up a large piece of paper. Out of the corner of my mental eye, I'm thinking he's going to ask me for money. Instead, he says: can you tell me who this is? His piece of paper is actually a pencil drawing of a clownish looking figure with a big nose. I say, sorry, I don't know. Again, he implores: can you tell me who this is? Me: I'm sorry, I'm running late. He drops the paper, looking crestfallen. Groucho Marx? I yell as I exit the Starbucks. Yes, thank you, he says.
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