One imagines him saying every minute or so to anyone he's talking at, "So how you doing buddy?!"
So damn true...
Samir, 1983 Mr. Olympia, now reduced to a Lebanese Sisyphus in the Tartarus of LA
rolls his push-cart forward on his daily grind.
Push-cart Samir: Got your rice pudding, cold and sweet. Got your baklava, it’s a real treat.
Rice pudding, baklava, you want’em, I got’em.
Customer in a suit: Baklava, huh?
Push-cart Samir: How you doin', buddy?
Customer in a suit: Tell me the truth: are they good?
Push-cart Samir: The best! (A man in shorts walks in to have a look).
Customer in a suit: I’ll have one of each.
Push-cart Samir (to the man in shorts): Hey, buddy, how you doin'?
Man in shorts: You know what, same here.
Push-cart Samir (giving the man in a suit his sweet treats, says to the man in shorts): Know what? Do I know you?
Man in shorts: No. I said, 'same here.'
Push-cart Samir (exchanging money): Yes, that me. (Looks at the man in shorts with a quizzical expression)
Man in shorts: I said,
same here, I’ll have what he's having.
Push-cart Samir: Oh, why didn’t you say so. (Makes the exchange. Still somewhat perplexed)
Push-cart Same Here (exchanging money): Got your rice pudding, cold and sweet. Got your baklava, it’s a real treat. Rice pudding, baklava, you want’em, I got’em.....
