“You’d have to be an absolute fool to believe that!” Jeremiah shouted loudly at Angus. “You did not see Andre the Giant at Dutch Bros! He literally died thirty years ago.”

“Yes I did, Jer! He was standing there with a Soft Top, all seven feet of him,” he responded assuredly. “I’ve never been so sure of anything in my entire life.”

“He. Is. Dead. I promise, dude.”

“He obviously isn’t, I could recognize those eyes anywhere,” Angus responded in a soft but confident tone. His confidence could be likened to that of Einstein releasing his findings on the general theory of relativity. This made Jeremiah lean so far forward on the couch that he almost fell off it.

“His eyes… you could recognize him from his eyes? The man was a 7 foot tall behemoth. Literally every feature of him is immensely recognizable but the eyes are a dead ringer for you?”

“Yeah, they’re so kind. I like to believe he is a gentle giant.”

It was in this moment that Jeremiah realized that he was never going to get Angus to come around. Jeremiah was right. Fifty years later as Angus laid on his deathbed, he still recounted the time he saw Andre the Giant very much alive at the Dutch Bros.