You were my waiter at Cheers, and well, you weren't a fiddler, exactly... You play the guitar, but you've got fiddlers in the family and fiddles that are worth like ten grand apparently? I overheard you saying that you wanted to go into music. You're freakishly attractive, mind-blowingly so, and I had no idea what the heck you were doing in a restaurant as crappy as that. I was the guy with the gray bird t-shirt and irritating family... I'm probably never going to see you again, but I just wanted to let you know that you're gorgeous. Play those instruments and you'll have guys and girls falling over you. I wish you the best.