...and ame_chan had the good luck to be working in the store he visited.
I rush out of the office and notice "guy in a grey sweatsuit." and sorta "floomph" against the counter fanning myself with a piece of paper and say, "Wow. Ya ever have one of those days?"
And then the penny drops, OMGPONIES TIM CURRY IN MY STORE TIM CURRY OMG.
And he says, "OH indeed."
In that voice.
And I lose all power of thought and speech and I'm just, er, buh. Can't talk. Standing in the store, trying not to have a hyperventilating fangirl moment. Can't. Talk. Forget sampling balsamic vinegar or you know, actually selling to him. TO OMGTIMCURRY. Who TALKED to me. Tim Curry talked to me and he has Voice and I'll be in my bunk and.... *floppy arms*
So he walks over to our display of honey body balms and other wonderful botanicals, and is examining them and I walk over to him, intending to say, "Ah, yes. These wonderful honey botanicals, so fragrant, made by nuns! When we uncap the bottles and spritz the store, they are so fragrant that bees fly into the store looking for the source of the smell. Reallywonderful stuff Mr. OMGPONIES Curry."
What came out of my mouth was, "That'll give you, er, bees."
"That'll GIVE YOU BEES." ya'll. I said. To OMGTIMCURRY. Bees.
He left the store rather rapidly. At which point, I walked behind the counter and sank onto my knees out of sight of the store and was muttering and laughing rather hysterically. Like ya do. After a horrible bee incident.
"BEES." *smacks head*
"FUckin BEES." *smack"
"TIM CURRY." *smack*
Context is attracted to sweet transvestites.
F-locked post, so Cue Dubbya Pee, and stuff. Edited to correct spelling of ame_chan's name.
- Tim Curry visits the mall...