Suzanne Somers
A few years back at Pearson Airport in Toronto, my sister and I ran into Suzanne Somers.
There we were, sitting in this lounge all alone, and in walked the lady of my dreams. I had always dreamed of meeting her, but at that moment my brain chose to freeze up, and with my mouth wide open, I was totally reduced to a stammering idiot.
My sister pushed me to go over and converse with her, but it was not gonna happen. My feet were glued to the ground. My sister eventually walked over and talked to her and even took some awesome photos of her.
Eventually we had to leave to catch our flight. To make matters worse than they already were, as we were departing, I tripped over my suitcase trying to catch one last glimpse of her. She had a good laugh. I was permanently damaged with humiliation.
P.S. My sister still razzes me about that day and will still not sell me any of the pics she took that day.
This post was submitted by Wayne . B.
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You sister should show you the pictures of the Fabulous Suzanne.