Let me start off by telling you a bit about myself. I’m a simple Canadian girl that works at her local movie theatre as a concession supervisor, so it’s not like I work some big, glamourous job, haha. It was near closing at a theatre I was temporarily at and I was cleaning a popper (those giant metal demons we make popcorn in), so I was bent over the rim with a greasy sponge and cursing my life at about 10:30 at night. It sucked. It had been just about the worst day ever thus far, and when I heard footsteps that I knew belonged to a customer, I was so ready to whip around say “Can’t you tell we’re closed?”, but instead of that I nearly died because the customer’s voice was delicious and Scottish, asking incredibly politely if we were closed and, if not, could he get some snacks, please?
My first instinct was to take my hat off and let my hair down, because when selling to a guy the easiest way to upsell is if you’re considered at least relatively attractive. Usually I can do my spiel without much thought, but when I caught sight of this customer I kinda lost my train of thought, because all I could notice was how ridiculously good-looking he was.
Then it kicked in: gorgeous blue eyes, fabulous hair, that smile… the accent…
It was James McAvoy.
читать дальшеAt that point I shook my head because nooo, noo it couldn’t be: he was a celebrity, why would he be in a place like this? I caught my breath and picked my jaw up off the floor, and flashed my most charming smile before asking him what he wanted from the concession (of course, we were closed, but I wasn’t about to turn this look-alike away). “Ehm…” was all he really came up with, and so he spent about twenty minutes trying to figure out what the hell he wanted. During that time, I continuously had to remind myself to keep calm and do my job and not just melt into a pile of goo and flip out so that everyone knew he was there, because it was obvious that he was trying to be low-key.
And to be honest, if he hadn’t come up to concession, I wouldn’t have noticed him at all. He looks like an everyman when he’s not onscreen: short, brunette, typical build. The only thing that really sets him apart are those eyes: they really are that blue! He doesn’t dress too flambouyantly but rather like a normal guy (that night he was wearing a blue sweater, white undershirt and dark jeans). He was an exceptional conversationalist, and very open about everything - except his occupation and full name.
The topic only really came up because one of his friends called “James, we’re gonna miss the movie!” and he proceeded to roll his eyes and call back that he’d seen it before (yeah, he was seeing X-men. I kinda pissed myself laughing). I then asked “So you’re James, hey? James what?”
“Just James. And you’re what, ‘Lady Gaga’?” (I have a nametag that says “Lady Gaga. It’s a bit of an inside joke.)
“Yeah. I was just born this way.”
He actually laughed at the joke, and I’ll admit I’ve never been more pleased with myself. The conversation went from there, from everything from high school to favourite colours to the internet (he does google himself. I was highly amused and also panicked for a moment because I doubt he’d have been as friendly if he’d seen my tumblr LOL) until finally he was like “Oh right, snacks.”
I then had to do my job and talked him into a combo where he got an X-men cup, but he didn’t want the candy so I kinda got to take it. It was awesome: he called me “very charming. Makes for a good saleswoman.” I also touched his hand and it was absolutely glorious. The funny thing is that I never once called him out on being who he was, but he was fully aware that I knew who he was and was just not saying anything because causing a scene… well, it’s not nice. Celebrities come to Canada because we don’t give a shit (even when they’re just here on stopover).
So he paid in cash and stalked off (not noticing that I was staring at his backside the whole time), and I went back to cleaning. The next day I worked in the morning, and had the coworker that helped him in box office pull up her transaction records so we could check. Turns out he paid in credit, so right there on the sheet it said “James McAvoy” under the credit name. I very nearly died right there.
AND THAT, LADIES, IS THE STORY ABOUT HOW I MET JAMES MCAVOY. у истории отличное название - Lucky fucking slut
теперь мы точно знаем,что он себя гуглит)))
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