A conversation about what TV character you'd want to get it on with over at The CDP a few days ago led Mrs. CDP to admit that she always had wished that Charles had been put in charge of her.
The suspenders get her hot.
Which led me to share what is probably my favorite Celebrity Encounter in Los Angeles. It was a Friday night in 1995, maybe 1996, and I stopped at the Chevron on Sunset to fill up my battered silver Jetta before heading out to Santa Monica to meet my friends. The second I got out of the car I spotted Scott Baio at the gas pump ahead of me.
Celebrity Encounters are par for the course in Los Angeles, and my M.O. is to usually smile and nod and leave it at that. Scott Baio doesn't even make my smile-and-nod backup list, but he clearly looked as if he wanted to be recognized. So I smiled. And gave him a short nod.
He looked me up and down.
NICE TITS!
I shot back:
Thanks, Chachi!
He grimaced, swore under his breath and drove off, clearly pissed.
Next time on Close Encounters of the Celebrity Kind:
Fred Savage tells me I have a nice ass, but I was asking for it.
