Encountering Famous People IRL

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Scarlett Johansson

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Hello, I'm Shelley Duvall!
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Didnt see a thread for this but have you met a celebrity or famous person?

My cousin is a waiter and has met a few famous people, including Jennifer Lawrence, Sienna Miller, and Annie Leibowitz.

He said Annie is really nice and polite, Sienna doesn't acknowledge the waitstaff, and Jennifer's sometimes okay, sometimes a little rude, and vapes at the table (he's waited on her a few times).
 
When I was younger, maybe junior high, I got roped into watching my 3 month old niece while my sister got her hair done. So when there i am, sitting in the waiting area of a hair salon with my niece and who walks in but Keanu Reeves.
I was nervous as fuck, and just kept looking at him, as he read a magazine and waited, but didn't know what to say. Pretty soon though my niece started crying, and I'm trying to quiet her down because I didn't want her to bother Keanu, but she wouldn't stop. Pretty soon he gets up and walks over. He started running his hands through her hair and asking what was wrong. I replied that she was probably hungry or something. So, Keanu put down his magazine, picked up my niece and lifted his shirt. He breast fed her right there in the middle of a hair salon. Chill guy, really nice about it.
 
My sister was a waitress for Moby and he got mad because she had no idea who he was.

Moby's a dick.
 
I saw Flying Lotus at a grocery store in Los Angeles yesterday. I told him how cool it was to meet him in person, but I didn’t want to be a douche and bother him and ask him for photos or anything.
He said, “Oh, like you’re doing now?”
I was taken aback, and all I could say was “Huh?” but he kept cutting me off and going “huh? huh? huh?” and closing his hand shut in front of my face. I walked away and continued with my shopping, and I heard him chuckle as I walked off. When I came to pay for my stuff up front I saw him trying to walk out the doors with like fifteen Milky Ways in his hands without paying.
The girl at the counter was very nice about it and professional, and was like “Sir, you need to pay for those first.” At first he kept pretending to be tired and not hear her, but eventually turned back around and brought them to the counter.
When she took one of the bars and started scanning it multiple times, he stopped her and told her to scan them each individually “to prevent any electrical infetterence,” and then turned around and winked at me. I don’t even think that’s a word. After she scanned each bar and put them in a bag and started to say the price, he kept interrupting her by yawning really loudly.
 
I met Jim Henson a year before he died. He was a pretty cool dude and was very calm. He even showed me a few of the puppets in one of his storage rooms. I even got to take an early look at the show he was producing "The Jim Henson Hour".
 
Doug Stanhope is a saint from what I can tell from the little bit of time I hung out around him after a show. Like he'd shut down annoying people in the group chilling outside smoking with him but he'd do it in a oddly polite but with a hint of disdain way. We talked about hernias for a bit, and I made the mistake of mentioning the Bill Hicks comparison... he really don't like that. He was nice about it though.

From what I can tell he doesn't like it because Hicks was prone to going off into philosophical stuff instead of just being funny. I could understand why it would bother him somewhat though.
 
I walked past Pete Rose at Mandalay Bay in Vegas while he was doing an autograph signing with no one there. He looked so pissed off that I kept walking as he yelled at someone for laughing at his current state.
 
As a side job I was security lead for a rather large concert venue. Unfortunately I met a lot of touring musical """artists.""" Most of them leave you alone and just stay in their bus or backstage when not performing but there's some notable ones.

Fall Out Boy -- bretty cool dudes. They hung out with us and offered booze. I get the feeling Patrick Stump doesn't have many irl friends.

Wiz Khalifa -- kept trying to get us to try his dank kush. Got offended when we wouldn't smoke with him.

Garth Brooks -- fucks underage girls

Toby Keith -- danked us for our cervix like a dozen times. He was drunk. "Man you guys just get shit on all the time, I couldn't do your job, fuck that. God bless you boys." Over and over and over.

FFDP -- Absolute cunts. Fuck them. Just "better than you and I know it" shit the entire night. I tased a dude during the show because he beat a man unconscious in the mosh pit and Ivan called me a fascist after the show. Very based.

Def Leppard -- bretty cool. Gave us all autographed shit without asking. I get a feeling they aren't asked for autographs very much anymore.

Ask away I guess.
 
Listen up you bunch of roody-poo faggots. I've been seeing a lot of so-called "tough guy internet trolls" here lately talking a big game about how they think they can handle Andy Sixx and his sopping hot log of shit SLIDDING down their fucking throats. (That's right, bitch. It's spelled "slidding". S-L-I-D-D-I-N-G. Deal with it.) Ha! You make me laugh, kiddo. You really do. Did you seriously think you could just wash up here and slurp that corn-studded behemoth of creamy fucking shit out of ANDY SIXX's sexy, gothcore rectulum? Did you really think you'r sorry ass could just waltz right out for amateur hour and part those pale, black veil buttcheeks and tongue -punch the fecal feeding bar like some sort of ass-shit munching butthole rat? PSHHT come on kid, get real.
I eat pieces of shit like you for breakfast. Andy's shit. I bet Andy wouldn't even be able to get off a little pre-shit fart before your pussy lips curled in defeat. You think when Andy takes a break from performing on a hot stage in leather pants and goes to craft services and eats two dozen raw oysters that were not properly handled or refrigerated washed down with a quart of whole milk and tequila - that Andy just squeezes out of his skin-and-air-tight pleather slacks and goes easy on your throat? You fucking wish, jr.
When Andy says he's ready to blow the walls off a 110-degree warped-tour portajon and your pathetic little tonsils can't even take the first loaf, I'll put my hand on your shoulder and say, "Nothing personal, kid" and then suck down every last heaping fucking clogger andy pumps out. And I'll come back for seconds. And thirds.You know why? Because I believe in three things and three things only: the cream, the steam, and the fucking dream, baby. So step aside, keep your little logsucking fantasy in your mind where it belongs, and let the real men do the slidding. His log loaf is mine, bitch. What are you gonna do about it?
 
I sat next to Dickey Betts from The Allman Brothers on a flight like 10 years ago. It was the only time I ever had my seat upgraded to first class. He was a really nice, quiet guy, but I didn't want to bother him after I said hello.

A few years ago John Cena was in front of me in line inside a gas station (very exciting).

When I was little, my dad got drunk with Richard Petty at a bar and called me up to speak with him.
 
I hung out with Adam Baldwin a few times.

He told me I shouldn't reveal my face on the internet.
 
Met Penn and Teller after I got the opportunity to take part in one of their acts. They're really personable guys.

I have a friend who has worked with Rand Paul. A manlet who gets his feelings hurt easily was the gist I got from them.
 
Zach Randolf back when he was playing in the Portland Trailblazers he took a side job at this japanese restaurant down in Tigard. So what he was was a line cook and what they do is they do 'performances' at a hibachi grill as they cook your food. He was surprisingly entertaining and, as a kid back then, it was kind of an honor to meet a Trailblazer (despite his short temper on the court, but me as a grown up can understand where that comes from).

Jared Leto: Total cunt. I just looked at him weird while I was in an LAX(?) terminal and assumed I was some adoring fan of his giving him a hard time. (The reality was I was staring baffled at his fucking hideous choice of attire and his hippy jesus look he sports every where he goes)

Oliver Sykes: Say what you want about his music, he is actually pretty personable and genuine.

Jason Mraz: Hate his music, but as a person he seems genuinely decent.
 
My uncle was a drummer in a big metal band. Not super famous, but I guess people into metal are familiar with him. He's currently a pretty typical boomer conservative.

Outside of that is degrees-of-separation shit. One of my dad's business associates had a wedding at Trump tower several years ago (pre-2016) and met Trump himself.
 
While working at a private aviation service, I met John and Annie Glenn. He was perfect and Annie was more perfect. She might have been the nicest person I have ever spent 10 minutes with. It was a long time ago but it is still vivid in my mind. Closest I have ever been to star-struck.
 
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