When I lived in New Jersey, I'd sometimes visit my sister in NYC and usually we'd hit up a comedy club. One time, Jim Gaffigan wandered in and did 10 minutes, totally killed it.
During his set, he mentions that he's a regular person and just wants to be treated the same way we'd treat any of our friends. I gave him a high five as he exited near my table.
A couple weeks later, I see him walking down the street, I say "hey Jim!" And he responds "hey..." like he was confused why he didn't know me. The next time I saw him randomly on the street, I asked if we're still on for lunch on Tuesday. He stopped walking and asked "what?" I kept waking and shouted, "great! See you on Tuesday!"
The following Tuesday, I made no attempt to see Jim Gaffigan for lunch the same way I would for any friend who didn't give me their number or make a true attempt to confirm plans.
After my dad died, I moved back to Texas and haven't seen Jim Gaffigan since. So now I talk shit about about him behind his back like I would for any unreliable friend.
Tldr: had three brief interactions with Jim Gaffigan, dude is incredibly patient and pleasant. 10/10, would invite him to lunch and not show up again cuz he's an unreliable asshole of a friend.
The good news is that it's trueâif you hang around the trendy yet modest parts of NYC that my sister used to frequent, you'll run into a crazy number of celebrities
Whether Jim remembers or cares, who knows.
I like to think that he occasionally reminds his agent about that time they dropped the ball for that Tuesday lunch.
John Goodman once gave me cocaine at a bar near the Chinese Theater in Hollywood, and none of my coworkers were there to see it so they didn't believe me.
I once run out of toilet paper and the store didn't have any, but in the parking lot I bumped into John Goodman and without a word spoken he handed me over a package of toilet paper. Really nice guy.
I saw John Goodman at a grocery store in Los Angeles yesterday. I told him how cool it was to meet him in person, but I didnât want to be a douche and bother him and ask him for photos or anything.
He said, âOh, like youâre doing now?â
I was taken aback, and all I could say was âHuh?â but he kept cutting me off and going âhuh? huh? huh?â and closing his hand shut in front of my face. I walked away and continued with my shopping, and I heard him chuckle as I walked off. When I came to pay for my stuff up front I saw him trying to walk out the doors with like fifteen Milky Ways in his hands without paying.
The girl at the counter was very nice about it and professional, and was like âSir, you need to pay for those first.â At first he kept pretending to be tired and not hear her, but eventually turned back around and brought them to the counter.
When she took one of the bars and started scanning it multiple times, he stopped her and told her to scan them each individually âto prevent any electrical infetterence,â and then turned around and winked at me. I donât even think thatâs a word. After she scanned each bar and put them in a bag and started to say the price, he kept interrupting her by yawning really loudly.
An ex met Keanu Reeves on an airplane when she was ten and said he was very kind and gave her his autograph. I hope both of these men remain awesome and no awful secrets come out to damage my appreciation for their being good dudes.
I've met him a couple of times. Shook my hand once. I've got some pretty big hands, but his completely overtook mine. Left a decent amount of sweat behind. Worth it.
I am very fortunate in that I love to drink and alcohol makes me happy and friendly and silly. I have the potential to embarrass myself but almost no risk of terminating a friendship.
My brother's first roommate was an alcoholic. First time I saw him sober it completely caught me off guard cause he was so much fun to be around when he was drunk, but a completely normal and boring dude while sober.