The time I met Christopher Lloyd was epic and iconic. Sort of.
The movie was already 20 years old back then.
I happened to come across a friend who ran an auto-detailing shop in Santa Barbara who was waiting at the curb for a client to show up.
I don’t remember the car the client was driving but I do remember how tall and how his long legs made him seem more wobbly than he probably was.
Watching Doc Brown get out of his car, shaking himself off was exactly what you’d hope it’d look like; fumbly, like he just got out of a tumbling dryer.
He walked over to us. While shaking my hand, for a second, I felt like what I think Michael J. Fox probably felt around him, a little off-kilter. Especially, being looked at from that great height with those big, focused eyes.
Well, only if Marty McFly had a huge rack, too.
I write awkward tales. Mostly funny. Usually true. Often truthfully funny.