Not everyone can say they met Hitler, but I can.

Back when I worked for Sharpshooters, our psycho manager, Kurt, had a staffing problem. He was stuck dealing mostly with spoiled J-1 Argies who didn't like to show up for work when the snow was good. He did everything he could to keep the staff full and our sales numbers up. In midseason, he hired this Brazilian guy. His name was Hitler. I am not shitting you. Hitler. In fact, I know I have a picture of him somewhere. I'll have to scare it up. Naturally, Hitler is snowboader.

Now Kurt had a bit of a wicked sense of humor. On afternoons when the store when the store full of super rich Vail skiers dropping huge $$$$ on really bad photographs, Kurt liked to shout at the top of his lungs, "Hey Hitler, get over here!" You can imagine the reaction.

The other day when we were at the French Deli for lunch, I was telling this story to Russell and Brian and we were all cracking up about it. When we finished our lunch, this woman came over to clear our plates. She looked so familiar, like one of the Argie managers at Sharphooters, only quite a bit heavier - I guess working at a French Deli will do that to you. Anyway, so we had one of the oddest conversations ever (recorded by Russell):

Andrew: Didn't you used to work for Sharpshooters?
Girl: Yeah
Andrew: Are you from Argentina?
Girl: Yup
Andrew: What's your name again?
Girl: Liza
Andrew: Oh, right. You probably don't remember me but I worked at Sharpshooters four years ago.
Liza: (nods)
Andrew: Do you remember Kurt Warner?
Liza: Sure
Andrew: Do you know Hitler?
Liza: (less sure) Yeah

She smirked, I think, walked away, and then avoided us for the remainder of our lunch. Hard to imagine why. :)