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I can't be sure, but I may be moving to Hollywood soon. Here's what happened:
My wife and daughter and I were leaving our hotel in Disney World to head to one of the parks. The doors of the elevator had just opened and before I could push the stroller out the door, a young kid came rushing in. His dad reached forward and grabbed him, pulling him back and saying, "Let the people come out first." Watching the stroller to avoid hitting him a second time, I didn't pay any attention to the dad, except to say "Thanks."
Then I heard my wife say, "Hey, I love your work." I heard the dad say, "Oh thank you very much." It was at that point that I looked up and realized the dad whose son I just drilled with my stroller was actor Steve Carell.
Jenny later told me that she should have tempered her remarks by saying, "I love some of your work." But we both agreed that might not have come across as nicely as it was intended.
So why might I be moving to Hollywood? There's little doubt that Steve will be soon asking me to star in his next movie. Sure, it was a brief interaction, but I'm confident he picked up on my innate talent. I'll keep you posted.
The whole event though made me realize something that I've thought about before, but that struck me as we talked about the incident later. Fame has great benefits - Carell was staying on the top floor in a massive 3 bedroom villa. But imagine being Steve Carell and trying to walk through Disney World and enjoying it with your family. It wouldn't be possible. There's something to be said for anonymity, and it's important to not lose sight of that.
A few other vacation observations:
1. Frank Costanza was right when he once postulated on Seinfeld that, "You can drop a grand in Disney World like THAT!"
2. No matter how much I may love what I do for a living, absolutely nothing compares to spending time with your family. Maybe that's yet another reason why heaven will be so great.
3. Kurt, our waiter at the Garden Grill restaurant, told us at least 6 times that he was really a pastry chef. He explained - in detail - the art of making pastries...all while my glass of tea set empty for 20 minutes. I try to be a patient man, but having a fidgety baby sitting in a high chair as Kurt drug our meal into a two hour history of the culinary arts was a bit more than I could take. Yet, I did still tip him the 20%.