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I just returned from dinner at Skipjack's Fish Emporium in Copley Square. The ginger-crusted calamari was wonderful, as was the high-school-buddy company. As we were finishing our key lime pie, an older guy who looked familiar in the "I'm sure he looks like someone famous" way came in. I quickly placed him as the guy who looks a lot like Ben Stein, and joked to my friend that Ben had just walked in. Then I saw that he was wearing a suit with sneakers and my brain went to the Useless Memories Storage section to recall that this was the outfit Ben wore every day on my favorite missed game show, Win Ben Stein's Money. Another glance (maybe a stare) confirmed that it was actually Ben there to get some dinner. I wasn't able to overhear anything that he said to the waiters while I was trying to get audio confirmation of my celebrity sighting, but I'm sure it was him. I just wish I could've heard him order.
"Salmon. Beuller. Salmon."
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