Mr. Leo McKoy – Former Delivery Driver, Noted Barfly, the Man Who Delivered a Sandwich to James Van Der Beek and East Randomtown Mayoral Candidate.
Bookshelf Q. Battler.
Sure, he has secured his spot as one of East Randomtown’s most famous citizens, having developed a WordPress blog that attracts the eyes of 3.5 readers. An amazing accomplishment to be certain, as most East Randomtownsfolk don’t even know how to turn a damn computer on.
But has BQB ever met James Van Der Beek?
We think not.
The year was 1999. Bill Clinton was president. Holy shit. That president got more college intern booty than a toilet stall at Cal Tech.
The hottest prom song was the Macarena and everyone lived in fear that the Y2K glitch was going to bring about the birth of Skynet.
The hottest show on television? Dawson’s Creek. Teens tuned in every week to watch the adventures of Dawson Leary, his incorrigible best friend Pacey, Dawson’s love interest, Joey and Jen, the town slut with a super nice grandma.
Enter Leo McKoy. He was a simple delivery driver for Schultz Delicatessen. Or was it that simple a coincidence that he held this position? Perhaps the stars aligned and the fates put McKoy into this minimum wage job in order for him to meet one James Van Der Beek, the actor who played Dawson.
It was a hot summer day. An order came in. McKoy was charged with delivering a reuben sandwich with extra cole slaw, a bag of barbecue potato chips and a Sprite to room 31 of the East Randomtown Motel 9.
Never one to fail an employer, Mr. McKoy found the location, knocked on the door and who should pop his head out but none other than the angel who walks the earth in the form of a man himself, Mr. James Van Der Beek.
Seventeen-years later, Mr. McKoy still remembers the exchange:
MCKOY: Did you order a reuben sandwich with extra cole slaw, a bag of potato chips and a Sprite?
VAN DER BEEK: Yes. Here you go. Keep the change.
Keep the change, indeed. For so mesmerized was Mr. McKoy that he framed the fiver Van Der Beek handed to him. It hangs on McKoy’s wall to this very day and scientists claim the fiver contains trace amounts of Van Der Beek’s hand sweat.
There are average men and then there is Mr. McKoy.
The average man would have taken one look at the man god that was Van Der Beek in his prime, dropped the food on the floor, and run away with his arms flailing, because let’s face it, no one could ever possibly feel worthy enough to be in James Van Der Beek’s presence. You certainly couldn’t, you loser.
But McKoy did not falter. He did not cave under the pressure. He delivered a famous man dinner, returned the payment to his employer, and lived to tell the tale nearly two damn decades later.
Could Bookshelf Q. Battler have stood up to that kind of pressure?
WE THINK NOT.
Citizens of East Randomtown, you “don’t want to wait for your lives to be over” to elect Leo McKoy – the Man Who Delivered a Sandwich to James Van Der Beek.
And you don’t have to. You can vote for him this fall.
Jesus Christ. Jen Lindley was such a slut.
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