Rainy Days and Mondays
I am as awkward around famous people as I am around people people. Even the clunkiness of that sentence captures my general social clunkiness.
It is entirely likely that anyone within reading distance of this blog has him or herself met more famous people (and more-famous people) than I have. A well-balanced person treats the waiter like a prince and talks with royalty like they’re the next-door neighbors; I am well-balanced, but not in a good way: I treat everyone like they are a teacher who has announced a pop quiz that I have not studied for.