In May 2009 I flew to Boston to attend my brother's college graduation. The night before the ceremony, my family and I are walking on the same block in Kenmore Square where I spotted Tim Russert. I mention how the last time I was there, I Doritos Guy'd Tim Russert, who had since died, and my mom calls me embarrassing. Not an hour later, we're back on the same block, and I see Rob Schneider (star of such films as The Hot Chick, The Animal, Deuce Bigolo: Male Gigolo & every bad Adam Sandler movie) about half a block away walking towards us. He's real short, rocking a Sox hat, and holding TWO (2) Starbucks drinks (double-fisting frappuccinos), walking with another (non-Doritos) guy. I immediately recognize him, and as he approaches, I shout "Holy shit!..." He looks overjoyed. He stops walking, and is immediately in autograph mode..."It's the Doritos Guy!" His joy fades to disappointment in being incorrectly identified. I proceed to NOT ask for his autograph, despite his eagerness, and he walks away, ego bruised. My dad & brother break into hysterics while my mother is mortified. She later admits that it's hilarious because, c'mon, it's Rob frickin Schnieder.
