The Avenger’s Initiative
I double accidentally met Samuel L Jackson.
The double not because I met him twice, but because it involved two accidents.
Remember those occasional perks that pop up in my job? One of those is the neighborhood. It is quite, secluded, and relatively traffic free. It is ideal for many bike riding adventures.
On one such adventure at the bottom of a large hill (they grow ’em big in California) an unfortunately mega wipe out occurred. Much crashing, bashing, and small bikes smashing in a very short second.
At the bottom of ye olde grand hill, one very scraped knee and elbow of a child later, none other than Nick Fury himself passed me on the sidewalk (minus the eyepatch, mind you). This meeting was accidental in it was unplanned and less of the accident type where there is blood.
Turns out, as google confirmed, he has a wife. And a dog (not so much confirmed by google cause that is kind of boring). They were both there, too.
It also turns out that a bleeding child is exactly what I need to not be a total idiot when interacting with anyone even slightly famous.
The conversation went something like (probably nothing like) this:
Is she okay?
*not real words*
Oh yeah. Just experiencing a rite of childhood.
LITTLE GIRL #1
*sniff sniff sob* I’m soooo saaaaad and blooody!
[ INSERT BLOOD HERE]
Poor dear. I’m walking a dog that is probably mine.
That is super cool. It looks like a nice dog.
(is gender really important?)
LITTLE GIRL #2
I wanna pet it!
Oooo yes (s)he is veeerry friendly!
[LITTLE GIRL #1 PETS DOG UNTIL SHE DOESN’T ANYMORE AND THE GROUPS WAVE GOODBYE TO EACH OTHER]
Not a problem! I hope she feels better.
Not brilliant, but I consider it a major victory that I did not say at any point in time in that conversation: “This party’s over.“