Perhaps you know it better by its Seinfeld name. Yes, this was the infamous "Soup Nazi."
No soup for you!
While balancing our soup and bananas (seriously, the Soup Nazi doles out bananas...not very Third Reich-ish if you ask me), a young pair approached us with uncommon zest and blinding smiles. Naturally, we figured we were about to be mugged.
"HEY GUYS!! Want tickets to see Dave Letterman? All ya hafta do is answer one question about Dave and YOU'RE IN!"
Joe and I were not used to this much pep and froze. The pair continued, undeterred.
"Ok, so your question is: What Indiana university did Dave attend?"
My husband shook his head in surrender, fully prepared to miss out on the taping because he hadn't the foggiest idea of the answer.
I, on the hand, am a trivia goddess. I also happened to have a friend who once reminded me daily that Dave Letterman went to her school.
"Ball State! The answer is BALL STATE!" I cried out.
And just like that, we were off to attend our first taping of a television show.
I remember it well. As we walked in, you were either directed upstairs or downstairs based on how enthused you looked. I was immediately directed towards the front because of my stupidly happy expression. Sadly, my perpetually grouchy-looking husband was directed to the very back row. I struggled for a minute against the urge to abandon him to his nosebleed seat, but instead sacrificed my front row spot to accompany him.
Dave's guest was Michael Douglas. We sat through a few minutes of crowd warm-up and then Dave came out. Remembering how my sister talked about her experience as an audience member on Oprah (where she raved about how warm and engaging Oprah had been with her audience), I was interested to see how Dave interacted.
The answer came quickly.
Dave Letterman ignored his audience. Between breaks, he spoke with his assistants, got his make-up retouched, and never once acknowledged all the people who had come to see him.
I never watched David Letterman again after that. Nobody puts Baby in a corner. Or rather in the last row with her grumpy-looking boyfriend.
So when the opportunity to see a taping of Steve Harvey came up, I was a little hesitant. Yet a couple of my pals were turning 40 within a few weeks, and we decided to make a day of it:
|My friend Susan who I met when I was 23 working at the big insurance company. She was the first person to haul all the other 23 year-old girls out of our cubes to go out to lunch. She also makes really cool soap (click HERE to see).|
|My new-ish friend Shannon who was one of my LTYM sisters (to view her performance, click HERE). She has no idea what a nut-ball I am, so let's just keep that secret, shall we?|
And then Steve came out. I held my breath. Was he going to pull a Letterman and ignore us, or actually show some kindness and appreciation regarding the fact that so many of us rearranged sitters, carpools, and kids all in an effort to come to his show.
Steve was awesome. We got stories. Interaction. Personal attention.
We got some Steve love.
In an era where so many people don't even look up from their gadgets when they are talking to you, Steve Harvey gets it. His show was delightful, and I can't wait to watch the entire season.
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