Another Instance of Meredith Making a Fool of Herself with a Minor Celebrity
I had just walked into the Borders at Pentagon Center. Jane Anne and I were browsing a display near the front when an announcement came over the PA system: "Attention, customers! We have a celebrity in the store today. Frank Warren, author of the PostSecret books, is here. He'll be in the café if anyone would like to stop by and chat with him." Just then, a man reached in front of me and picked up a copy of The Secret Lives of Men and Women. (I just happened to be standing right in front of the stack on the display.) He asked me, "Is that the guy who wrote this?" I nodded, dumbstruck. "What do you think he's like? I bet he's weird." And just like that, he was gone.
I whisper-shouted to Jane Anne, "That was HIM! The guy—Frank Warren!" A fixture of my Sunday morning, and I couldn't think of anything to say to him! I was so embarrassed. When I finally summoned the courage a minute later, I meandered over to the café to see if I could get him to sign a copy for Jason. There I saw a store employee wheeling a stack of the books away. He said, "Oh, were you waiting for him?" I said, "Yeah." "Well, no one came over and I guess he had to be somewhere." I was crushed. It was seriously like a minute between when Frank talked to me and when I peeked into the café. I figured he would have been mobbed. But alas, I had just missed him.
So now you have a secret you can send him.
Posted by: Old dude on February 11, 2007 10:55 PM