One of the managers at my local burrito joint looks distressingly like hyperviolent rap mogul Marion "Suge" Knight.
I've become uneasy asking for extra limes.
The owner of the bar down the street looks just like Matthew Broderick. I don't have any Ferris Buellar fears, though.
Question. Why the heck does a burrito joint need a monthly newsletter and who would want to receive it?
In that case, I'd avoid wearing an 8-ball jacket or he might confuse you for Vanilla Ice and hang you upside down off a balcony.