Tire dilemma fixed. Hooray for husbands with flexible work hours.
So, "The One Where I Met My Hero." This actually happened a few weeks back on my way back from San Francisco (after visiting my nieces).
Now that airline companies are nickel-and-diming everything, there are various lines to enter the plane. I was in the normal person line and next up to board the plane when a woman hurriedly walks through the important person line (a.k.a. Premier Class). Through the magic of peripheral vision, I had seen her coming from behind me and I hesitated before handing my ticket to the attendant because I figured they would take her first.
He had actually taken my ticket and began to tell the lady to wait, when he looked at her and the gentleman with her, and then handed back my ticket and took hers instead. The woman continued her hurried pace onto the gangway, while the man sheepishly followed.
It took me a while to realize who he was. My heart believed it, but my brain couldn't.
As I walked behind my hero on the gangway he turned to me and apologized for cutting in front of me. MORGAN FREEMAN apologized to me. Red! My favorite character from the best movie of all time.
"That's okay!" I say, "we're all ending up in the same place anyway"...and while I meant the airplane, MORGAN FREEMAN smiled at me and said -- in a way that only Red can (with that life-weary, all-knowing, March of the Penguins voice): "That's what I always say." And I knew that he was talking about life and death.
This moment was too good to be true. So, afterwards, my brain kept telling me that it couldn't really be MORGAN FREEMAN. It had to be someone who looked and sounded uncannily like him. After all, wasn't he supposed to be filming some movie far, far away? Still, I'd like to believe that Red and I shared a moment on that gangway.
And, while Morgan Freeman may not actually be my hero, he's still pretty darn rad. Much better than Danny Baldwin or Jimmy Fallon. (Apparently, I am destined to sit near famous people on planes...I finger-quote famous for Danny.)
Edited to add: Incidentally, after I had posted this, I went back and did another random rereading of my blog...and I saw this post where my love for MORGAN FREEMAN was evident all they way back in March of 2004. To the point where I actually wrote his name in all CAPS then too.
2 comments:
That story is one of the most hilarious things I've ever heard. But why is Morgan Freeman hanging out with some snotty cut-in-line lady? He's too good for that!
I thought the same thing. I had assumed it as his wife as I had heard that they were going through a separation/divorce and they had the body language of a couple going south, and she looked very much like the pictures I had seen of his wife.
When I looked into later, though, they were going through a divorce a while ago, which made it more unlikely that it was his wife...Rather than think that it could possibly be someone who wasn't MORGAN FREEMAN, I will believe that it was his agent or personal assistant.
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