Two Degrees of Separation from Venus Williams

A buddy of mine has worked for several hotels over the years, and when he learned how much I like tennis, he told me an awesome story about the time Venus Williams stayed at one of the hotels he worked at.

He ended up parking the Williams car one day, and there was something poking him in the back that had gotten stuck in the seat.  He dug around in the seat for it and found himself holding a guest pass ID card to the tournament grounds.  A VIP guest pass for a special member of the Williams family.

A photo ID card for Venus's fucking dog:



Awesome.