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Originally posted by Atticus Grinch
I sat behind Jeroen Krabbé at Mass once. I shook his hand. (I considered not washing it, but my distracted use of the Holy Water font on the way out made this a moot point.) The Mass was also attended by a HUGELY recognizable A-list celeb couple, so for the first time in my life, I felt a tinge of sadness for character actors. I exchanged a knowing look with my new intimate, Mr. Krabbé, to let him know that I appreciated his work and wasn't wowed by the much brighter star power five pews up. Now, every time I tell this story I have to look up his name on IMDB --- and not just for spelling.
Anyone else weirdly proud of a minor celeb encounter? Bonus points if you peed on them, or were asked to.
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of course, my ex-aunt is c-list becoming b with a bullet, and B+ in Canada. By I put pen to paper here now to mention I recently found out a neighbor, whose children I coached, is a fucking cult kill movie star! From only 1 movie, but still way cool.
