When I lived in New Jersey, I’d sometimes visit my sister in NYC and usually we’d hit up a comedy club. One time, Jim Gaffigan wandered in and did 10 minutes, totally killed it.
During his set, he mentions that he’s a regular person and just wants to be treated the same way we’d treat any of our friends. I gave him a high five as he exited near my table.
A couple weeks later, I see him walking down the street, I say “hey Jim!” And he responds “hey…” like he was confused why he didn’t know me. The next time I saw him randomly on the street, I asked if we’re still on for lunch on Tuesday. He stopped walking and asked “what?” I kept waking and shouted, “great! See you on Tuesday!”
The following Tuesday, I made no attempt to see Jim Gaffigan for lunch the same way I would for any friend who didn’t give me their number or make a true attempt to confirm plans.
After my dad died, I moved back to Texas and haven’t seen Jim Gaffigan since. So now I talk shit about about him behind his back like I would for any unreliable friend.
Tldr: had three brief interactions with Jim Gaffigan, dude is incredibly patient and pleasant. 10/10, would invite him to lunch and not show up again cuz he’s an unreliable asshole of a friend.
John Goodman once gave me cocaine at a bar near the Chinese Theater in Hollywood, and none of my coworkers were there to see it so they didn’t believe me.
I once run out of toilet paper and the store didn’t have any, but in the parking lot I bumped into John Goodman and without a word spoken he handed me over a package of toilet paper. Really nice guy.
I saw John Goodman at a grocery store in Los Angeles yesterday. I told him how cool it was to meet him in person, but I didn’t want to be a douche and bother him and ask him for photos or anything.
He said, “Oh, like you’re doing now?”
I was taken aback, and all I could say was “Huh?” but he kept cutting me off and going “huh? huh? huh?” and closing his hand shut in front of my face. I walked away and continued with my shopping, and I heard him chuckle as I walked off. When I came to pay for my stuff up front I saw him trying to walk out the doors with like fifteen Milky Ways in his hands without paying.
The girl at the counter was very nice about it and professional, and was like “Sir, you need to pay for those first.” At first he kept pretending to be tired and not hear her, but eventually turned back around and brought them to the counter.
When she took one of the bars and started scanning it multiple times, he stopped her and told her to scan them each individually “to prevent any electrical infetterence,” and then turned around and winked at me. I don’t even think that’s a word. After she scanned each bar and put them in a bag and started to say the price, he kept interrupting her by yawning really loudly.
When I was younger, maybe junior high, I got roped into watching my 3 month old niece while my sister got her hair done. So there I am, sitting in the waiting area of a hair salon with my niece, and who walks in but John Goodman!
I was nervous as fuck, and just kept looking at him as he read a magazine and waited, but didn’t know what to say. Pretty soon though my niece started crying, and I’m trying to quiet her down because I didn’t want her to bother Mr Goodman, but she just wouldn’t stop. Pretty soon he gets up and walks over. He started running his hands through her hair and asking what was wrong. I replied that she was probably hungry or something. So, John put down his magazine, picked up my niece and lifted his shirt. He breast fed her right there in the middle of a hair salon. Chill guy, really nice about it.
