I was leaving Dunkin’ Donuts on Friday morning and I passed by this guy on line. I just got a look at him out of the corner of my eye, and I could swear it was Joss Whedon. I love Joss Whedon. I froze. I panicked. I didn’t want a repeat of the Kevin Smith Horror Show and I wanted to do this right. I mean, Joss!
It wasn’t Joss. It was just some random, somewhat schlubby looking guy who wanted a pumpkin muffin. It was a close call, but I am proud to report that I was actually ready. I actually knew that I would in fact say something (I would probably outwardly ignore most celebrities) and had a pretty good idea of what I would have said (something about Firefly being awesome and never forgiving him for killing off my boy). This my friends, is progress.
I spent the rest of my walk to work debating over if I would buy him coffee, and how would I manage that since I had already paid. Would he really let me take out my wallet and treat him? Wouldn’t that be a little weird? But that would be a nice way to show appreciation, right?
These are the questions that plague me.
And as of now, I really can’t think of another celebrity that I would actually try to speak to. I mean, if I run into Kevin Smith again, I have an opening. Joss, I am apparently prepared for (as long as it isn’t in a coffee shop). Who else is there? My beloved Patrick Swayze is dead, and David Duchovny has creeped me out. I should probably prepare something for Lucy Lawless, Neil Patrick Harris, Alyson Hannigan, Mel Brooks, Nathan Fillion and Edward James Olmos.
Yeah, I’m not creepy at all.
Who are you prepared for? Or do normal people not do this?