Current Events > I met Leonardo DiCaprio.

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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 actor and producer Leonardo DiCaprio sitting in the corner of the lounge looking at something on his tablet!
Naturally, I wanted to talk to him but I was nervous as hell. After half an hour, I finally worked up the nerves to approach him.

"Excuse me, DiCaprio."

He looked up at me as if he was a blood thirsty Montague and I was a Capulet.
I could only maintain eye contact with such a mighty presence for so long. Occasionally, I would have to look down at his bright green "Save The Trees" t-shirt.

"I'm a big fan of yours! 'The Departed' was a huge inspiration to me and 'Critters 3' 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," Leo 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. Leo 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?," Leo 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, Leo 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!"

Leo 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 Leo 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 an anniversary edition of Titanic. 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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Haha that reminds me of the time I was at my desk, casually shitposting on CE until I looked up and saw none other than world renowned actor and producer Leonardo DiCaprio sitting in the corner of the lounge looking at something on his tablet!
Naturally, I wanted to talk to him but I was nervous as hell. After half an hour, I finally worked up the nerves to approach him.

"Excuse me, DiCaprio."

He looked up at me as if he was a blood thirsty Montague and I was a Capulet.
I could only maintain eye contact with such a mighty presence for so long. Occasionally, I would have to look down at his bright green "Save The Trees" t-shirt.

"I'm a big fan of yours! 'The Departed' was a huge inspiration to me and 'Critters 3' 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," Leo 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. Leo 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?," Leo 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, Leo 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!"

Leo 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 Leo 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 an anniversary edition of Titanic. 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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Kitt posted...

blood was everywhere.

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