I'm in line for our catered meal and an extra behind me, a middle-aged dude, says to me:
"Well, now I can cross that off my list."
"Huh?" says I.
"Sort of had dinner with David Spade. Check."
I look over and see Spade leaving.
"That was on your list?!?!?" I ask incredulously.
"Ha. Well, you got me there. I just hope he doesn't recognize me!"
"Huh?" again.
"I lead tour groups past his house and sometimes he doesn't appreciate that. Which I understand, privacy and all, but...he's a celebrity!"
"That's creepy." I say, and turn around.
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