©2014 by Forrest Carr. All rights reserved.
I'm Forrest Carr, novelist, blogger, land snark, and former TV news director and talk radio host. I tackle politics, cats, the media, paranormal psychology, dreams, God, guns, evolution, rat bastards, and anything else that might make you think or laugh, maybe even simultaneously. And, oh yeah, I have cancer, which makes me the Walter White of bloggers. You have been warned.
When I worked as a manager for a home improvements retailer in Connecticut I had the great misfortune to wait on Martha Stewart. Because I worked so many hours a week I never watched TV. So, of course, I had no clue who she was. She took exception to me making her wait while I took care of another customer while she was waiting for me. Afterwards one of the customer service employees asked me if I knew who she was. I said I didn't. Even after she told me who she was it didn't matter much to me.
ReplyDeleteCelebrities are the closest America has to royalty. Some of them are asses. Robert Goulet once ripped into a young reporter colleague of mine for not having had his entire resume memorized.
ReplyDeleteBelieve or not, though, many celebrities are unassuming and don't expect special treatment. I've had a chance to meet quite a few over the course of my TV news career.