Brush with greatness

I apologize for the boredom-inducing length of that last post. With no pictures to use as a crutch, I get all wordy and dull. Won't happen again.

I feel inspired by a few other blogs that I read to do a post detailing my brushes with famous people. I lived in LA for 5 years, but since I don't notice famous people unless they're standing in front of me, I don't have a very long list. Here goes:

• Jean-Claude Van Damme cut me off in traffic on the 405 in his Bentley convertible. But he did give me the "I'm sorry" wave afterward, so he's cool.
• Jimmy Kimmel held the door for me as I exited the Virgin Megastore on Sunset once. Cool.
• I was an engineering assistant on a press junket for the movie "Monster", so I got to ogle Christina Ricci and Charlize Theron. They seemed friendly, but I found Bruce Dern to be more interesting to listen to.
• I was having a drink with my good friend Susan at the W hotel in Westwood when I heard a unique voice from the table behind me that was oddly familiar. It was Leonard Nimoy. We listened in on his conversation with his wife.
  
• This last one isn't mine, but I find it funny. My evil former landlord/upstairs neighbor once overheard this conversation at Nick's Liquor, a little convenience store around the corner from where I used to live. Clerk: How are ya, Johnny? Customer: Rotten. 'Twas Johnny Rotten.