OMG

[fredericks]

I, like, totally met a celebrity today. This guy walks into Le Shack looking for an adaptaplug. Apparently he had purchased some at another store and they didn't fit whatever he wanted to fit it into. I asked him what he was trying to power up, he said a keyboard, and I said that it was probably whatever. Then I said it would have been tons more convenient if he had brought the keyboard into the store. He volunteered to go get it, and he points to his huge H2 parked right outside the store. I grab the plugs and meet him by the cash register, singing a little diddy under my breath. I normally don't sing at work (hate my voice and all), but it's such a beautiful day outside that I couldn't help it. He asks me what I'm singing and I say "In A Gadda Da Vida". He inquires who's the artist, I say Iron Maiden. He's amused and slightly taken aback and chuckles. I raise an eyebrow and smile slightly, all "What?" "That's a new one", he says (ed. to add: I can't believe I fucked up like that - it was Iron Butterfly - maybe that's why he laughed) . I call him a prick (albeit a cute one) in my head; black people can't listen to rock nowadays? He tries to fanagle me into giving him an item for free (cheap prick, at that), but I catch on before I run it. He's making a return, so I have to collect his information. I ask him his name, last name first. "DeBarge", he says. I smile slightly and say "First name Chico". He says "Chico". I ask "Chico?" He says "Chico. You know your music". Dude, it was fuckin' Chico DeBarge! I didn't spazz out or anything. It's not like he was, you know, Thom Yorke, but it was still cool. And I'm well aware that most of the people reading this have no idea who Chico is. But still...

I should have asked how his brother was doing.