Don't bet your future
on one roll of the dice
Better remember ...
lightning never strikes twice
(He takes a deep breath, and answers the phone.)
"Hello."
VOICE: "J.T.?? Bonjour!!! C'est Rogatien ... Rogie!"
"Look. No disrespect, but the only Rogie I know of was a hockey goalie."
VOICE: "Yeah, those were the good old days."
"I don't even know what's old or new anym- ... wait, what did you say?"
VOICE: "You heard me. This is Rogie Vachon. I'm the Alternate Governor of the Kings. And, I'm calling you about a job with us. We're in trouble. We need a shakeup. Now. We can't sit and wait any longer. We need your help."
"MY help?!?"
VACHON: "Just stop by the Forum on Thursday, at 1 PM. We'll talk about it then."
(The line goes dead. He hangs up and walks toward the front door. He opens the door and sees a newspaper on the ground in front of him.)
"What day is today???"
"What on Earth is going on? It's my birthday in 1983? How the hell old am I?"
(He spies his wallet by the antiquated telephone.)
"Well, at least I don't have to renew this thing for another year. And I don't have this meeting for a couple days."
(He calls down to the front desk, and asks for an update on his incidental charges.)
HOTEL EMPLOYEE: "Yes, Mr. Dutch ... all of your expenses are being paid for by a company called California Sports, Incorporated. A Rogie Vachon just called us to switch the billing."
"Oh? Right, then. I'd like to order room service."
(He places his order and hangs up the receiver.)
"And I'm apparently back in my twenties. This all has to be a dream. A ... very intense dream."