I think we’ve all had a moment or three where we’ve brushed up against a Famous (or Semi-Famous) Person of importance to us.
When I worked at a local feed store, I once waited on a profoundly stark-looking man with long dark hair and these crazy silver rings that looked oddly familiar. It took teenage me a few tries to place Joe Perry from Aerosmith … and I only stuttered a little when I took his grain order. (That’s my story and I’m sticking to it.) Same goes for the other members of the band, who all came in at one time or another.
I will also confess to totally and abjectly fangirling (I’m not even going to tell you what autocorrect wanted to make that into!) Connie Brockway at an RWA convention not that long ago. Because, Connie Brockway. If you haven’t read My Dearest Enemy, you must do so immediately.
I stared at the back of John Cleese’s head at a horse show at Madison Square Garden once, and I’m sure I’ve had a few other brushes that are currently eluding me. Which brings me to my husband.
Now, Arizona does pricing for a high-profile company that makes art-piece-level woodwork for the likes of Oprah and Sting, and he’s not generally struck with any particular “Ooh, aah” in that milieu. So it was highly entertaining when, as we were heading up the mountain at a bike park near us this past weekend, a random dude asks if he can jump on our lift chair with us, and strikes up a conversation about Arizona’s beloved, carefully built and much prized mountain bike: a Canfield Jedi. And then, about halfway up the mountain (after they’ve talked about turning radii and compression damping enough to make my eyes cross), introduces himself as Lance Canfield … aka the guy who engineered Arizona’s bike, and a top-notch rider in his own right.
I may never again see my stoic, manly man of a husband close to tongue-tied, so you can bet I enjoyed the moment. And to give him credit, he was totally cool and genuine about being a fan, and then got back to the technical questions. Because, Arizona.
How about you, JauntyFriends? What is your favorite brush-with-fame story? Was it an author? An actor? Something else entirely? I’m curious as to what hits each of our “squee!” buttons.