I laughed it off assuming he meant he saw some crazy guy walking around that looked like Mr. Belding. After all, he's Chilean, you never know where he's coming from. But when I looked into his eyes, I saw that something had changed in him. Only the real Belding could inspire something like that. I knew he was telling the truth.
So we took off across the giant expo hall... Like an oasis in the middle of the desert, there he was. The man that governed the High School of my youth. Mr freaking Belding. It was awesome.
We got our picture taken with him. It was great.
