I stopped to pick up a Maid-Rite sandwich on the way home from work tonight. After the girl took my order she walked back to the kitchen and yelled; “Hey everybody, the yo-yo guy is here.” Someone else shouted; “I know, I saw him come in.”
How do you like that, I’m “the yo-yo guy” now.
(Please, don’t anyone tell “Q”. The title is rightfully his.)
Not to be confused with “Mr. YoYoguy” who lives in the southeast and is much younger, much better looking and much more talented.