Spotted Fred in front of me on the way back to the office after lunch, on 19th and 7th. He was acting kinda funny, checking out a bunch of those plastic, zippered, plaid bags you get at the 99¢ store that were parked out in front of some apartment building. He kept walking back and forth, checking these bags out. I should add he looks much older but his face was unmistakable and he was wearing a Fred Schneider kind of outfit: yellow converse, slacks, striped shirt and a pork-pie hat.
I passed by him, and a dozen feet further on noticed he was now behind me, so I turned around and figured I’d say something because I like interacting with celebrities or otherwise insinuating myself into their space. Why not?
“You’re Fred Schneider aren’t you?”
“Yes.”
“I grew up on the B-52s and I think you guys are fantastic.”
“Thanks.”
“Thank You.”
And that was it. I went one way and he went the other. I guess the other reason I like to interact with these people when I get the chance is I really do like to thank musicians and artists for what they gave me. I’m not that cynical to think it doesn’t matter to them.
I passed by him, and a dozen feet further on noticed he was now behind me, so I turned around and figured I’d say something because I like interacting with celebrities or otherwise insinuating myself into their space. Why not?
“You’re Fred Schneider aren’t you?”
“Yes.”
“I grew up on the B-52s and I think you guys are fantastic.”
“Thanks.”
“Thank You.”
And that was it. I went one way and he went the other. I guess the other reason I like to interact with these people when I get the chance is I really do like to thank musicians and artists for what they gave me. I’m not that cynical to think it doesn’t matter to them.
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