All I intended to do was simply go to Wal-Mart, buy the toilet paper, popsicles, and artichokes, and come back home. I never expected a film crew would be shooting a movie out at Caddo Lake, and that Kate Hudson, Whoopi Goldberg, Billy Crystal, and Mel Gibson would be in our little town taking a break from filming. I never expected to run into Mel Gibson in the frozen treats section–me looking for popsicles, him looking for Haagen-Dazs ice cream. I never expected him to say, “Excuse me, but do you know which aisle would have beef jerky?” How many people can say Mel Gibson asked them for beef jerky? Probably not very many.
If I’d expected these things, I would have taken the time to brush my hair, and change out of my overalls, and put on a little make-up. I would have taken my camera and gotten a picture: me with Mel Gibson in front of the Blue Bell display. Oh well. It’s probably best that I didn’t expect these things. Because they didn’t happen.
Maybe next time.
whoa! I’m starstruck!
Haha
Heh… I was about to get all funky and flipped out! Kinda reminds me of the time Mel called thanking us for supporting the Passion… and then he dropped the phone and spent half a minute fumbling around with it. No joke!
Jesse
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Go ahead and get all funky and flipped out. But wait till I can watch. I’m due for some entertainment.
I’m sure Mel dropped the phone because he knew he was speaking with the famous ljadministrator, and he got nervous. “Behold the power of cheese!”
♥ EZ
It was one of those missed imaginary moments that haunt you for the rest of your fantasy life. *sigh*
♥
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Whoa… YOU’ve got friends in HIGH places!
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Oh but of course…
I’m wondering how much I can get for this button on E-bay.
Naw… this is an heirloom.
Jesse
Whoa!
What a day! Did you know where the beef jerky was?
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Did you know where the beef jerky was?
No, but I offered to help him find it, even if it took all day. ;o)
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So did you help him find the beef jerky or what? What kind of story is this?
Mel comes by every Thursday.
He makes a mean cup of coffee, but is pretty lousy at Checkers.
What kind of story is this?
This story falls into the genre of “Imagination Figments for the Wal-Martphobic.”
So did you help him find the beef jerky or what?
Yes, of course I helped him find the beef jerky. And then, just as we were about to part ways, the lovely strains of a Viennese waltz cascaded from the PA system and swirled around us like an eddy in a silver river. The lights dimmed as Mel swept me into his arms (after placing the beef jerky and Haagen-Daas ice cream in a buggy), and we glided through aisle 10 on winged feet. As the final notes faded, he released my hand, pirouetted toward his valiant buggy-steed, and–giving it a mighty push–jumped on the back and rode it all the way to the express lane.
Any more questions?
You should see him do a Viennese Waltz! Aisle 10.
I should’ve known there was something fishy about this story, since it opens with you in Wal-Mart and you DON’T shop in Wal-Mart, or so you once told me.