I’d just like to state, for the record, that I don’t care in the least about the private lives of celebrities. I don’t read star gossip magazines, I don’t watch Entertainment Tonight, and I probably wouldn’t recognize Brad Pitt on the street if he stopped to ask me what time it was. I think they’re entitled to live their own lives.
Now, with that little disclaimer out there, it’s story time.
One night when I was in college, my roommates wanted to get some people together and go play a game they called Bigger and Better. The idea is that you pick a small, worthless object and go knock on somebody’s door. Then you offer to trade the item for something bigger or better. The idea is that as you keep doing it, you end up with something really good, like a Wonder Woman action figure, or an aircraft carrier.
Well, on this particular evening we decided to drive out to a fairly nice neighborhood in the hopes of finding some generous people. There was nobody home at the first house, so we went next door. A middle-aged woman opened the door, and we told her what we were doing. As she went back into the house to find something for us, somebody in the group started saying that she looked like somebody famous. The door was open a little bit, and we could see some family pictures inside on the walls that seemed to support this idea. When she came back to the door holding (I’m not making this up) a jar of Osmond Jelly, we realized that Marie Osmond had opened the door for us. So everybody went nuts (except for me, as I had no more than a vague idea who the Osmonds were), and somebody got her to autograph a scrap of paper, and we took home our prize and a far more interesting story. Sorry, but I don’t remember how the jam tasted.
Do you have any stories about meeting someone famous?