Guess who?

You should be reading Waterbones anyway, since it's so much better written than my lame little comments surrounding the quotes, but let me offer you an extra inducement.

Some time ago I plugged a post there about encountering a particularly memorable celebrity while working a catering gig.

"You've met the greatest man of the twentieth century!?" I exclaimed.

"Met him?" she said. "He flirted with me."

It was a good tale, well told, and if you didn't then, go read it now.

I asked, as soon as I knew who the guest of honor was, if I would be the captain who had his table. Do you want to be? asked D, who was managing the party. Oh yes, I said. Very much so. So she let me; not surprising, since as a manager myself I tend to get the head table anyway. And I was also the only member of the floor staff who knew who he was.

That was good enough, but guess what? He's back.

Do you always remember the names of the people you wait on? he asked when I asked him by name if he wanted more wine. So I explained that no, I didn't, but that I'd waited on him at Stanford several months back, and I remembered that. I'm sorry, I wish I could lie and say I remember you, he said, but I can't. But the next time, I will remember you.

And THEN he spent the whole meal flirting with me again! Seriously, the man is impossible!

Wow.