50 People On ‘The Time I Met A Celeb And They Acted Like A Total Weirdo’

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dadamax:

I used to live in the East Village about a block from Willem Dafoe. I would see him around the neighborhood a lot, enough times that we would nod to one another in greeting as we passed on the sidewalk. One day I walked into our corner convenience store and I completely spaced about why I came in there. I stood just inside the door trying to remember what I came for when I hear the bell on the door jingle and I turn around and see Willem Dafoe standing behind me. It was a small store and he thought I was standing in line at the counter so I politely told him to go ahead of me because I have no idea what I needed. He steps in front of me, stops, and says, “Dammit, now I can’t remember either.” After a few seconds he snaps his fingers, reaches up on shelf and pulls down about five packs of condoms and giddily throws them on the clerk’s counter. I told him I just remembered that I only came in for some dish washing liquid, got it from another shelf and stood behind him to pay. After he pays, on his way out the door he turns around to me and says “It’s gonna be a big night!”

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hoodoo-operator:

My mom met Frank Zappa, and he ate a salad with his hands.

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WookieProdigy:

I saw Hulk Hogan at an Apple Store in Tampa. It was after his divorce and he was with his new girlfriend. I was working up the courage to go and ask him for a photo with him; Hogan is an intimidating dude. When I finally resolved to approach him, he started to cry. At least I think he was crying; he was hunched over with his head in his hands and his shoulders were moving up and down as if he were sobbing all while his girlfriend rubbed his back.

I decided it probably wasn’t a great time for a photo.

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way_worth_a:

I was a patient in a behavioral health care facility, doing a puzzle when I heard the patients say, “That’s Steven Tyler.” He was getting treatments for painkiller addiction at the time. Decked out leather jacket, huge mouth, hair, entourage, everything.

He was about at the lobby ready to leave, so I had to think fast. I had my acoustic guitar while I was in the hospital, so I asked him, playing dumb, “Are you a musician? You look like one.” He said, “Yes, I am.” I asked him, “Would you like to play my guitar?” He looked at what might have been his agent, who gestured at her watch, but said, “I have 5 minutes, alright.”

We sat down in the lobby where the patients got their vitals, I got my guitar from the nurse’s office, and he proceeded to tune my guitar to something open and ridiculous like DADAAD. He sang a new song about rain, purple rain, and washing things. Since I beatboxed, I laid down some drums while he played. Afterwards, he said to me kindly, “That’s the first time I’ve played music sober in two years. Thank you.”

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