So this afternoon I cruised over to Jbox on Mission Gorge. I sat down and had a shake while my car was being smogged across the street. Who walks in? None other than foul ball guy. Perfect. Suddenly my shake doesn’t taste so delicious.
There aren’t any kids in his direct path towards a Jumbo Jack so I figure I can ignore him. But I can’t! Why? Because he starts yapping it up with the old crusty ladies behind the counter… I never thought FBG could stoop any lower but he did.
Oh and for the record we can also call him “Gary”.