Andruw Jones
14-Sep-2005
Written by: Rhiannon Fionn
He's cool, I'm an ass.
I used to work at a building in Atlanta, GA, where Porche North America had some offices and a very nice Porche in the round-a-bout in front of our building. One morning a flood of women came screaming into my cubicle that someone was in the round-a-bout... I couldn't understand what they were saying over the squealing. It was Andruw Jones doing some publicity photos for a Porche Children's Charity of some sort... judging my the lean on the car and the sickly looking kid. After a few minutes of drooling on my desk and the window, the ladies decided that they wanted to go downstairs and try to get autographs. Of course I went too, I mean... why not? So, we all took pens and paper and crammed into two elevators. As soon as we got down there, the photo shoot wrapped up and the crabby Jones' agent told us NO AUTOGRAPHS. However, much to our surprise, Andruw was headed up stairs. Several of us managed to squeeze into the elevator with him. I happened to be right under him. I say under because I am 5'5" and he is like... a million feet tall. During the five flight ride only noise was my dumb ass comment of "You're cool" and then the un-surprising laughter that followed. All of us weirdos got of at the fifth floor and right before the doors closed, our lady boss stuck her foot in the elevator door and stuck a piece of paper and a pen in front of Mr. Jones. He politely signed the paper and just laughed as the rest of us stood there with gaping jaws.
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