This is me.

[lunesque]

What do you do when the Governor of your state walks into your gas station?

Apparently, if you're me, you spare them a passing glance, let your co-worker deal with him, and continue counting cigarettes.

Comments

[nonewwitticisms.livejournal.com]

That's Governor and Presidential candidate! I met him a long time ago. That was before I knew anything about politics, though, so I didn't confront him.

[lunesque.livejournal.com]

Theresa talked about it all evening, and I was like. Okay, yeah. Is our gas station supposed to be blessed now that we've had a 'celebrity' in it?

[saekhwa]

Pish posh. Celebrity, my arse. Nothing big. It's not as if he's done anything amazing for the state. I would have kept counting cigarettes too. ~.^

[nonewwitticisms.livejournal.com]

In a way, yes. I think maybe people subconsciously think that if you have any kind of fame at all you're some kind of. Superhuman or something. Or that importance is... important.

It's ridiculous, but that's how fame works. People get excited. I really think everyone's that way, too, but to varying degrees. Would you not get excited if Toshiyuki Morikawa or Michael Crawford came into your store?

[lunesque.livejournal.com]

With my luck, I would have done the same thing to them. Then a couple of hours later, I would have frozen, blinked, turned to my co-worker, and asked, "was that really [insert person here?]"

And cried. Because I would've missed them.