some good ones
Tom Hulce - I'm actually a fan of his. We're at a pastry counter. His cake comes, wrapped in a box. I recognize him, start getting that stupid "I see a celebrity" face on (I had just moved to NYC). He turns, sees my face, then he gets an "Oh Shit" face on and literally flees the place.
Madonna - I'm in Petrossian. I'm waiting for a table, Madonna is walking out. Someone asks her for an autograph. Petrossian has that heavy glass door, only one person at a time. She has her date or bodyguard or whatever literally move the person out of the way. She leaves. We all sit there in silence.
Luciano Pavarotti - I'm in line waiting to meet him. This crusty old bitch, like you have in all such lines, starts yelling about how long she's been waiting. Luciano starts yelling at her, in this beautiful tenor. He just did an opera. While they're yelling invectives at one another, I leave.
That wrinkly douchebag from Aerosmith - he wears John Lennon glasses to look "smart". He comes up to me at an art show, trying to mack on the two girls I'm with. He opens with a line designed again to make him look "smart". We all just look at him. He goes away with a snort of disgust. If I was alone, I would have been polite, but, then, he wouldn't have approached me. These were slutty 9s.
Anyone in NYC has a ton of these.
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