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On how I didn’t actually meet a celebrity

I was at the checkout of my local grocery store when the bagger said to the checker, “He’s here again today.”

“Steve’s here?” the checker replied. “Steve Carell?”

“Yeah,” the bagger said.

At this point I interrupted. “Steve Carell is here.”

“Yeah, you know, from The 40-Year-Old Virgin. He was here last night too.”

Dude, I thought. You totally should have mentioned The Office first.

“How do you know he’s here?” the checker asked. “Did you see him?”

“No, [Tim] did. He’s over by the cheese.”

The checker told me she’d met Steve the night before when he came through to buy his groceries. I asked her if she’d gotten his signature, but she hadn’t. I told her she totally should have.

For a moment I was tempted to drive my shopping cart, full of bagged groceries and with Lego riding in the car front, to the cheese section. Then I realized that I probably would be an annoying fangirl if I did that.

So I drove home feeling at least somewhat cooler knowing that I was in the same grocery store as Steve Carell tonight.

3 comments

  1. What’s Steve Carrell doing in lowly Salt Lake??? And in your neighborhood? I guess he could be skiing, but that’s weird. I’d have gone up to him and said “I hate to be the annoying fan, but I think you’re brilliant, and I’m just so happy to meet you!” Still, pretty cool!

  2. That’s SO cool. I’m a bit jealous and proud of you for not being the annoying fan girl that I might have been tempted to be.

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