I’ve been working on something small-worldish to add to the lists that various folks are putting together, but the best I’ve been able to come up with doesn’t really broaden my social network: Rebecca Nurse was my 9th-great grandmother. Or this: Sheryl Crow was on Heather’s flight from Albuquerque last night; does that make us, like, neighbors?
I never get seated next to celebrities or ever see celebrities on planes. A friend of mine was seated next to Jame Lee Curtis once and actually engaged in brief, friendly exchange. But no, I always get put next to the smelly obese guy.
— brayden Jan 13, 05:01 AM #
I don’t know if this counts, but a friend of a friend of your sister’s was working in an independent bookstore in Wyoming. The policy of the store was if someone bought more than $100.00 worth of books and used a credit card, the employees had to see ID. One day this girl is working and rings through a ton of books, which equals over $100.00. A credit card is handed over, so she automatically asks for ID. Then she sees the name on the card, looks up in astonishment, and says “Oh! I’m sorry. I don’t really need to see YOUR ID.” It, again, was Harrison Ford.
— melissa Jan 14, 11:24 AM #