Comments on: I Just Want to Play The Do You Know Who I am Card Once in My Life

By: anon

anon — Thu, 05 Nov 2009 00:25:05 +0000

did tatum really date michael jackson? according to him they dated and she wanted to have sex but he was too shy. what does anyone know about this?

By: SolReka

SolReka — Sun, 15 Jun 2008 23:26:58 +0000

Hi pointlessbanter

You just read a post on my blog regarding 2012 and Alex Jones, just wondering what you thoughts are.

Sorry about posting hear, I couldn’t find a more suitable post

Great site btw

By: Skip Dekades

Skip Dekades — Thu, 05 Jun 2008 16:40:27 +0000

Yeah, that “do you know who I am” card really worked well for Larry Craig at the Minneapolis airport.

By: Gina

Gina — Wed, 04 Jun 2008 13:01:42 +0000

A drunk customer did once. She threatened me with the sugar shaker. Oooooh, scary!

By: David

David — Tue, 03 Jun 2008 23:29:52 +0000

Excuse me, what did you say your name is???

By: bethany

bethany — Tue, 03 Jun 2008 23:02:07 +0000

It’s an overrated tool…. You don’t really, technically, like to use it, unless you have to…

Well, let me correct that… you don’t want to use it unless you have to..

It’s better when people go to complain about you at a concert, for example, even though they’re the problem, and they come back and just stare, because they’ve just been told by security that no way in hell are they asking you to leave…

The justice in that situation is, they stop acting like jackasses. The bitch is, they start talking and gossipy and whispering and wondering who it is that you know and why security won’t ask you to leave or bother you in any way, whatsoever. It’s fun, in that you get to see the wheels turning in their little minds.

By: Katie

Katie — Tue, 03 Jun 2008 18:07:30 +0000

The only time anyone has ever pulled the “don’t you know who I am” card, they managed to scare the shit outta me. I work in a department store; one day my state rep comes through my line at the checkout. When she’s ready to pay I ask her for her ID for her credit card. She asks me, “Where’d you go to high school!?” I tell her Ohio (not the current state I’m in). She asks me, “Well how long have you lived here!?” “Two years,” I reply. Then she says, “Oh so that’s why you have no idea who your state representative is.” She was quite scary in her indignant rage that I didn’t know who the hell she was. So the next time she came in, I purposely forgot her name again and asked for her ID.

By: A Little Embarassed

A Little Embarassed — Tue, 03 Jun 2008 18:02:16 +0000

Well, I did have a “do you know who I am” in reverse once. I was at a well known monument in Washington D.C. and I saw a guy filming something. I thought he looked like a wrestler so I commented on that to someone I was with. That person took it upon themself to run up to this person and ask them if I could take a picture with them. The guy (who turned out to be a pretty well known MMA fighter-if you know MMA, you would know him) graciously agreed. My stupid self, when he comes over I see that he’s not who I thought he was. Instead of keeping that little tidbit to myself, I let him know “Oh, I thought you were someone else”. He said “I am someone, I’m XX (I’m keeping the name out because the story is a little embarassing for me).” He didn’t hold it against me (thankfully, because being a MMA guy, he could have crushed me with a thought) and still took the pic with me (in fact, he was a really nice guy, though I’ve seen on some other message boards that some others have thought he was a jerk when they met him).

A few months later I see him on a popular prime time TV show and I’m of course very embarassed for having let him know that I had no idea who he was. I still have the pic though, so I can always tell people when I met XX (who because of the TV show is a lot more of a household name).

By: Paul

Paul — Tue, 03 Jun 2008 17:26:42 +0000

Some years ago I was working a part-time retail job (music store). It was management’s policy to accept personal checks only with proper ID. One evening some big guy approaches my register with a stack of CDs and whips out his checkbook once I totaled his purchases. “Sir, I’ll need to see a photo ID, please,” I said politely. “Don’t you know who I am?” he asked sneeringly, flipping the check in my direction. The name, Shannon Sharpe, meant absolutely nothing to me. Upon repeating my request he grudgingly removed his driver’s license from his wallet and flipped it across as well. After he left the store, one of my co-workers came over and breathlessly announced, “Did you see that was Shannon Sharpe?” “Yeah, so…?” I countered. “Geez, I guess you don’t follow the Broncos,” he said. I’m definitely not a football fan, but I decided to play dumb. “What’s a ‘Broncos’?”

A few months later we had a visit from Lionel Ritchie, and he was VERY friendly, pleasant and cool. Also, he paid with a credit card.

By: Kevin

Kevin — Tue, 03 Jun 2008 16:48:55 +0000

I am a Sabres fan. I heard about it on every national tv game.