One of the only times I was genuinely thrilled to talk to someone famous was when I ran into Harold Ramis. I think Groundhog Day is one of the more perfect movies ever made, so I was basically tripping over myself to tell him so.
I've also asked Kevin Bacon to call me Natasha, but that's another story, for another time.
Anyway, I was at work yesterday, helping some ladies grab some cupcakes at the counter and I noticed a familiar face behind them. Boxing up 10 assorted cupcakes gave me a minute to think about how I knew her.
Me: Another coconut? Absolutely. Who is that? And a chocolate vanilla? I know I know her. Oh, sorry, 2 chocolate vanillas? Her face looks so... holy shit, it's Blossom!
For those of you who don't know, and apparently, that's a lot of you, Blossom was a popular television series in the early 90's.
As soon as I figured out who she was, it took all the strength I have not to shout, "Whoa!" Joey Lawrence-style.
I immediately started smiling like an idiot because
a) It was freaking Blossom!
b) Despite knowing I shouldn't, and really not wanting to, I knew I was going to call her Blossom. I think I saw somewhere that she's like a brain doctor now or something, so I'm sure she gets sick of the Blossom thing.
The ladies got their cupcakes, and up walked Blossom.
Me (smiling like a moron): Don't say Blossom. Don't say Blossom. Don't say Blossom. Hello.
Blossom: Hi. Do you know if any of these goodies are dairy-free?
Me: It's Blossssssom!!!! Does anyone else see that Blossom and I are chatting about desserts?!!
I'm afraid they're not. The Halvah bars might be.
Blossom: (sticks out her tongue like a little kid in disgust)
Me: (laughing) Oh, Blossom. You still got it. Hey, where's that funny hat?
Blossom: Also, do you know your potato pancakes?
Me: Do I?! Well that was stupid. Why'd you say it like that?
Blossom: Do they have eggs in them?
Me: I believe so, but let me go double check.
So I turned from the counter to make my way back to the kitchen, trying to get the attention of servers as I passed them to say, "Dude! Blossom is here! Blossom!"
No one really cared. I TOTALLY 110% wish Tara was working that night! She would have understood!
When I made my way back to the counter from the kitchen, I delivered the egg news to Blossom and she thanked me.
Me: Of course! Thank you, Bl--. Um, thanks. Have a nice night.