Current Events > I met J.J. Abrams at my job.

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So I was at my desk, casually shitposting on CE until I looked up and saw none other than world renowned filmmaker J.J. Abrams sitting in the corner of the lounge looking at something on his tablet!
Naturally, I wanted to talk to but I was nervous as hell. After half an hour, I finally worked up the nerves to approach him.

"Excuse me, Mr. Abrams."

He looked up at me as if he was a blood thirsty fanboy and I was Kathleen Kennedy.
I could only maintain eye contact with such a mighty presence for so long. Occasionally, I would have to look down at his bright red Bad Robot t-shirt.

"I'm a big fan of yours! 'The Force Awakens' was a huge inspiration to me and 'Gone Fishin' is an undeniable classic!"

He let out a sigh of clear annoyance while he lowered his tablet and pinched is forehead with his thumb and index finger.

"Okay, listen, kid," J.J. said with such authority in his voice. "Tell me, what am I doing right now?"

I didn't know what to say, but he didn't give me much time to answer in the first place.

"I'm minding my own business," he says venomously, while gesturing to his general surrounding. J.J. continues, "And from where I'm sitting, one of us don't know their place."

Again, I couldn't find the words to say in response to this. There was an awkward beat.

"Are you lost?," J.J. says with the annoyance in his voice growing louder. "Do. You. Need. To. Go. Home?"
"I didn't mean to bother you."
"Oh, like what you're doing now?"
I weakly tried to respond, "I...I just wanted to-"

But as I tried to talk, J.J. would continuously cut me off by going "Uhp!"

"I just-"
"Uhp!"
"I wanted to-"
"Uhp!"
"I didn't mean to-"
"Uhp!"
"Look, can we just-"
"Uhp!"

J.J. kept his eyes locked on to me, waiting for me to say something else, but I had given up. When he realized this, he remained eye contact before slowly putting his attention back to his tablet. I just stood there standing in front of him trying to wrap my head around what the hell just happened.

"You can go now," he says without breaking his eyesight from the tablet. This was accompanied by a dismissive hand waved.
I retreated away from J.J. in defeat. I was trying so hard to not break down and cry that I started to get a nose bleed, so I made a dash for the restroom. When I got there, I looked down at my blouse and blood was everywhere. I was in tears.

When I got back to my desk, my supervisor told me, "Hey, that dude in the corner over there left you a tip."
The "tip" in speaking was a Lost box set. So the silver lining here is that I, at least, have something to do on my off days.

Have you ever met your heroes, CE?
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Did he try to walk out the doors with like fifteen Milky Ways in his hands without paying
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There's a lack of infetterence in that opening post.

Timohtep posted...

Did he try to walk out the doors with like fifteen Milky Ways in his hands without paying

Of course. That's why blood was everywhere.
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And then you opened the box set and all it had was a note that said, "Its about the journey, not the destination. Mystery box ftw."

And then you were blinded by lens flair.
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The best copypasta is the Arnold one
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Ha! That reminds me of the time I met George Lucas!

So I was at my desk, casually shitposting on CE until I looked up and saw none other than world renowned filmmaker George Lucas sitting in the corner of the lounge looking at something on his tablet!
Naturally, I wanted to talk to but I was nervous as hell. After half an hour, I finally worked up the nerves to approach him.

"Excuse me, Mr. Lucas."

He looked up at me as if he was a blood thirsty fanboy and I was Kathleen Kennedy.
I could only maintain eye contact with such a mighty presence for so long. Occasionally, I would have to look down at his Luke Skywalker t-shirt.

"I'm a big fan of yours! 'The Empire Strikes Back' was a huge inspiration to me and 'American Graffiti' is an undeniable classic!"

He let out a sigh of clear annoyance while he lowered his tablet and pinched is forehead with his thumb and index finger.

"Okay, listen, kid," George. said with such authority in his voice. "Tell me, what am I doing right now?"

I didn't know what to say, but he didn't give me much time to answer in the first place.

"I'm minding my own business," he says venomously, while gesturing to his general surrounding. George continues, "And from where I'm sitting, one of us don't know their place."

Again, I couldn't find the words to say in response to this. There was an awkward beat.

"Are you lost?," George says with the annoyance in his voice growing louder. "Do. You. Need. To. Go. Home?"
"I didn't mean to bother you."
"Oh, like what you're doing now?"
I weakly tried to respond, "I...I just wanted to-"

But as I tried to talk, George would continuously cut me off by going "Uhp!"

"I just-"
"Uhp!"
"I wanted to-"
"Uhp!"
"I didn't mean to-"
"Uhp!"
"Look, can we just-"
"Uhp!"

George kept his eyes locked on to me, waiting for me to say something else, but I had given up. When he realized this, he remained eye contact before slowly putting his attention back to his tablet. I just stood there standing in front of him trying to wrap my head around what the hell just happened.

"You can go now," he says without breaking his eyesight from the tablet. This was accompanied by a dismissive hand waved.
I retreated away from George in defeat. I was trying so hard to not break down and cry that I started to get a nose bleed, so I made a dash for the restroom. When I got there, I looked down at my blouse and blood was everywhere. I was in tears.

When I got back to my desk, my supervisor told me, "Hey, that dude in the corner over there left you a tip."
The "tip" in speaking was a Prequel Trilogy box set. So the silver lining here is that I, at least, have something to do on my off days.
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One time in college I was listening to J.J. Abrams have sex because his dorm room was close to mine and he sometimes had loud sex. There was lots of screaming and moaning going on and I started to imagine the girl was moaning about me and I began to chub up a little. Then I heard him shout, "Who's got the bomb ass dick? Who's got the bomb ass dick, bitch?" And I whispered aloud, "Me. I've got the bomb ass dick." Then I shaved my chest and did 13 or so pushups and walked around proudly for the rest of the day.
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Touch posted...

One time in college I was listening to J.J. Abrams have sex because his dorm room was close to mine and he sometimes had loud sex. There was lots of screaming and moaning going on and I started to imagine the girl was moaning about me and I began to chub up a little. Then I heard him shout, "Who's got the bomb ass dick? Who's got the bomb ass dick, bitch?" And I whispered aloud, "Me. I've got the bomb ass dick." Then I shaved my chest and did 13 or so pushups and walked around proudly for the rest of the day.

Hawt
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Should I watch Mission Impossible III?
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