I was freezing to death my first time in "sunny
California" and went to a department store to buy a scarf. A very nice lady struck up a conversation
with me and helped me shop. I was
pleased that she liked my choices, but I was a little confused because she
didn't seem to be a salesperson. She
was just friendly, and since I was on my own in the big city, I enjoyed her
company.
We talked about this and that. She seemed curious about my life and what had brought me to the
frigid state. She suggested sites of
interest that I might enjoy during my visit.
If I lived around there I would've asked her to join me for lunch, but a
man came and took her away. She climbed
a podium with "Christie Brinkley!" in 4' letters across the front and
I felt a little stupid that I hadn't recognized her. I noticed posters of her on the store doors when I left and felt
even more stupid.
I wonder if Christie ever thinks of me? I imagine she seldom meets anyone who
doesn't know who she is. I bet she very
seldom gets a chance to just be buddies with a regular girl. This happened a long time ago, back when she
was on every magazine cover and her husband Billy Joel was always on the radio.
Back home in Ohio, and a lot of years later, I went to a
party and was a little disappointed because I heard that Matt Dillon was going
to be there, but he wasn't. I spent a
lot of the evening talking to a friend of Matt's whom I wasn't interested in
because that guy liked to go to exotic places and gamble. I don't gamble. I like my money too much and don't have extra to throw around on
chance.
At work on Monday, my intern fell all over herself because I
got to meet that guy. She had a
full-size shirtless poster of him in her bedroom. I have to admit that I still don't know who he is. He and his brother are both famous for being
in some war movie, but I don't watch those kinds of things. Just one more reason I wasn't compatible
with him.
I guess the one thing I can offer famous people is
anonymity? I'm pretty clueless about entertainment
trivia. I know other people are crazy
for it, but to me it's mostly fluff for when I don't have something more
interesting to do. I watched a PBS show
about an entomologist who studies ants, and I thought "I'd love to meet
that old man!" Or, you know, Matt
Dillon because he's pretty.
This art is from a project I did for Mrs. Fields. There were a lot of parts: wine tubes,
bell-shaped boxes, tins, towers of boxes.
The whole series did very well, even though my boss fought me every step
of the way about presenting it to the customer since she didn't like it. Just goes to show that you've got to sell
the salesperson before you can get to the customer. Or sell your own stuff.
That must have been a rewarding job. Literally! The brush with fame was funny too.
ReplyDeleteI got a lot of really excellent chocolate at that job too. Really great side benefits! Glad you enjoyed my brush with fame Sharon :)
DeleteIndeed, a rewarding job. Well done, it is rich and decorative.
ReplyDeleteI'm like you, Linda. I open a magazine and read that a very, very VIP is going to divorce and that the whole country is in a state of shock. However, not me, because I'm clueless about the name and the person on the photo.
It's good to know I'm not the only one!
DeleteChristie Brinkley thinks of you often.
ReplyDeleteLOL -- and by that I mean that literally. Thanks!
DeleteStellar job on the Mrs. Fields packaging project! ;o)
ReplyDeleteI'd miss the cookies, too!
Thanks Michele! I suppose I could order cookies, but I suspect they wouldn't taste the same as free :)
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