jerry

i always said that one day i would see someone i knew on the jerry springer show.  i am not sure exactly why i always said that.  most of the people i know are of sound mind and judgement.. or so they seem.

so im in my apartment in trenton.  tv blaring in the living room.  cooking in the kitchen. 

i hear the chant.  JER RY  JER RY  JER RY.. background noise.. 

cooking and just listening.

and then i hear Jerry announce his first guest.  Anthony.

hm..

what are the chances..

nah..

i peer around the corner at the television.  and there sits my student.  grinning from ear to ear. 
i drop my spatula.. hop around the corner and slide onto my couch.. the storyline " honey, i slept with your three girlfriends"  .. or something like that.

i was appalled.. but yet i couldnt stop the deep rumble of laughter that was starting to erupt from me.

a couple days later, Anthony had his lesson with me.  i couldnt stop laughing all the way to work.  a two hour drive.  by the time i got to work my sides hurt.  i had no idea what to say to him or how i would react.  im laughing now as i tell this. 

in walks Anthony.  medium build, dark haired italian dude.. always with a smile.  i shake his hand, slap him on the shoulder, and say..

so.. does Jerry pay well?
i didnt think he could smile any bigger than when he was sitting on Jerry's stage.. i was wrong. 
he says..

yes.

btw.. i burnt my lunch that day.