Many of my loyal readers have no idea who Peter Furler is, and I will leave that to your Googling (because some work you have to do on your own) but suffice it to say, this is one unintentionally scarey dude.
I say unintentionally because after your aforementioned Googling, you will realize that this guy does not want to scare you, despite his impishly evil grin pictured here.
So beyond TRYING to run into him at a 7-11 near where he was at one time, I have seen him with other people, but nothing up close and personal.
Until the other day...
So, I'm standing in my local Ace hardware, where I am revered as a client. I have the unique ability to envision ways to screw up a project, yet at the same time NOT actually plan ahead for said screw ups. They get to see me quite often.
I had had a discussion with one of my many admirers cleverly disguised as an Ace employee. I was in the process of checking out and chatting with Mrs Mynd.
Thinking my friend had come to discuss another of the finer points of my really bad home improvement plan, I wasn't surprised to peripherally see someone lean against the counter to my right.
When I turned, however, a slightly ghoulish bald headed man that I had not expected was the leaner and he was looking at me. Now, I am sure he was simply waiting his turn, all the while admiring the purchases that would inevitably lead to repeated trips to my Ace, but that wasn't what my eyes told me on first glance.
Suffice it to say, the bald head and intense stare was enough to conjure images of Mr. Furler and cause me to startle. Mrs. Mynd indicated that my start was not enough to draw her attention, but I felt as if I had seen a ghost and the startle was like a wet juicy one in church.
Difficult as it is to believe, my balding leaner was not Mr. Furler or anyone of import outside his own mind.
Beyond watching then Capitals player, now Capitals coach Dale Hunter buying beer, I have not had too many celebrity run ins.
Have you ever had any close encounters of the famous kind?