This is not a story from Forrest, but rather, it is a tale about him. We could not attend a recent event in Santa Fe but we had a mole secreted among those who did attend.
Forrest was asked to participate in the KSFR (Santa Fe’s Public Radio Station) annual, on-air fund raising effort. For a $25 donation to the station, listeners could purchase a raffle ticket and have a chance to win a lunch with our hero. Forrest whispered to the host that perhaps the tickets should sell for only $5.
Everyone donned headsets and the live interview began. You know the scenario, Forrest and the radio station staff were in the studio jabbering about the treasure and art tastes of the rich and famous. Volunteers behind them were eager and ready to take phone call donations from listeners. Forrest was chatting folks up and instigating a good time. There was no discussion about whether he should give a special clue for KSFR listeners. Maybe Forrest had warned them ahead of time. I don’t know.
Phone calls and donations rolled in and eventually Forrest’s 30-minute segment ended. As he turned to leave the studio a cute brunette, who had been attending one of the phone banks, stopped him and whispered in his ear, “I gave my $25 and hope to have lunch with you.” Our informant admitted that her nice smile demurred as she batted her long eyelashes at Forrest, who turned and walked out of the small room.
After a few seconds, Forrest reentered the room and walked over to the brunette. He handed her something, and whispered in her ear.
What was that all about? Inquiring minds want to know. When Forrest left, our mole asked the comely brunette what he said. She opened her hand to reveal two, crisp, 100-dollar bills. She was rather breathless and admitted with a blushing giggle, “He asked me to please go buy eight more raffle tickets.”
Some people figure all the angles.