I posted this on my Facebook page and was actually the one that got me writing about times there were, in parts. I don’t know why it didn’t make the cut previously because it’s one of the best.
About 15 years ago, I was shopping in the Montecito Longs Drugs store near Santa Barbara when John Cleese stopped me and asked me to help him find something. I was a little irked that he assumed I worked there but it was John Cleese and I’ve been in awe of him since the first time I saw Monty Python when I was 10. So I did.
A few months later, I was in Longs again, when John Cleese recognized me as the nice employee who helped him before, despite never having worked there, and asked me to help him again.
I did and he thanked me with effusive, British gratitude.
It only occurs to me now that providing John Cleese with repeated good service, his recognizing me as such a helpful employee, I should find out if I won some kind of Longs Drugs Employee Service award.
Maybe there’s a plaque somewhere with a big question mark where my picture would be.
If you’re in Montecito, keep an eye out.
I write awkward tales. Mostly funny. Usually true. Often truthfully funny.