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25 June 2009 @ 09:49 pm
 
Once, way back in the non-sucky days at the bookstore, there was such a snarl on the GWB that traffic was backed up on the highway just outside of our B&N. A goodly number of folks decided to spend a bit of time in the store rather than sit in traffic.

I made my way to the front of the store to see if any of these unexpected customers needed assistance. One man caught my eye: he was browsing the bargain fixtures near cashwrap. He wore white cotton gloves, sunglasses, a hat, and a surgical mask. "Geez," thought I. "I don't know what the poor guy thinks he's going to catch in freakin' Paramus..." I made eye contact, smiled and nodded, just in case he wanted my brilliant customer service. He nodded back. I walked on, continuing my sweep of the front of store. It wasn't until a few minutes later that I realized who the strange man was.

And that, my friends, was my brief encounter with Michael Jackson.

I have no idea what went on in his head, but he was clearly a troubled soul. I hope he's found peace and that his kids can find normalcy.
 
 
 
awomanthatsblueawomanthatsblue on June 26th, 2009 02:37 am (UTC)
This story completely wins.

Michael Jackson is a total object lesson in how all the talent and good looks (he was pretty cute pre-surgery, if not gorgeous) and fame in the world can make you happy. It's such a shame that he went off the rails, because who knows what truly innovative and interesting things he might have done.
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Kel: energy beams and no pantsladyjoust on June 26th, 2009 03:37 am (UTC)
It might've been the same day!
Mairearanturas on June 27th, 2009 12:03 am (UTC)
I was thinking about that as well. That was way back during my asm days.