Editorial: The Next Person Who Calls Me The Pringles Guy…

By: Boh
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I just want to get this straightened out because I am close to my breaking point. I am not the Pringles guy! For some reason, ever since my face has become popular again, people’s typical first reaction when they see it is “Hey, look at the Pringles guy.” This infuriates me and quite frankly, I find it to be rude and ignorant.

Before I get going, I would like to first mention that most Baltimore natives and naturalized Baltimoreans do know who I am and know that I am not anything like the Pringles guy. So, to all those who fit the aforementioned description, this rant is not aimed towards you. However, one of the downfalls of living high atop the Boh building in Brewers Hill is that it is close to I-95 which means many non-Marylanders can see me from the interstate and see me even closer when they get off at O’Donnell Street. This is where I get most of my Pringles guy references.

First of all, we don’t look anything alike. My handlebar mustache is much wider and more prevalent as one my facial features. Secondly, he has a matted down haircut with a part in the middle, where my part gives way to some great curls on top of my forehead. Last, but NOT least, I wink! I wink a lot. He winks in some of his commercials but not all of them. I am on top of a tall building winking every few minutes all day and all night long. Truth be told, if he was even willing to wink like me, I don’t think he would have what it takes to pull it off. I know that is harsh but winking is not an easy thing to do when you do it as much as me.

Before I conclude, I would like to emphasize the difference in what each of us is selling. He is selling potato chips, excuse me, potato crisps. I am not just selling beer. I am selling Baltimore and its warmth and hospitality. When you get off at O’Donnell and come under the tracks past Newkirk, you see me, winking at you and welcoming you to our great city and hoping that you enjoy your stay. While nothing is better with a Boh than a stack of Pringles, and he and I are both mustache wearing logos, I must implore you to use what I have just taught you and please do me the courtesy of calling me by my proper name when I do you the courtesy of throwing a wink and a smile your way.