Once got caught up in a mob scene where a Greek celebrity was spotted shopping in a supermarket. Unaware that he had been in my aisle, I found myself trying to squeeze my way out when he started signing autographs. I tried to steer away and suddenly I was facing him, celebrity smile aglow, pen in hand, looked directly into my eyes and asked: "Do you want an autograph?". "No, thank you", I grimaced with a grin, because a fan was stepping on my toes and jabbing an elbow in my ribs. I think I saw a tear forming in his eye while he turned quickly away. Looking back, I feel guilty for refusing; I think I marred him for life.
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- Flubberwinkle
- Athens, Greece
- Half of the day they call me "Athena" where I get paid to dabble with computers. The other half of the day I'm called "Mom", but I also have an online secret identity. I am bilingual, so what might look like Greek to you, probably is. I blog because it's cheaper than therapy and I like to make people laugh.
