Back in the mid seventies I worked as a delivery driver in Los Angeles. We did a ton of work for the entertainment industry, so I wound up meeting a lot of famous people.
One day I had to deliver a package to George Burns' house. I ring the bell and an elderly woman with a New York accent answers the door (i assumed she was his wife). The smell of cigar smoke immediately hits my nostrils.
I tell her that I've got a package for Mr Burns and she goes to accept it, but I tell her that it's legal papers, and only Mr Burns can sign for it.
She turns and tells, "George, you've got a package! The man says you have to come sign for it!"
He didn't really need to sign for it. I just wanted to meet him in person ;-)
Next thing I know, there he is, big ole cigar in his mouth, in the flesh. I gave him the package and had him sign while telling him how much I admired him and appreciated his work.
He looks at me with smile and a twinkle in his eye, and says, "Why, thank you son." It was one of the best celeb meetings I ever had.
What a nice story! I can see that twinkle in his eye, as you tell it.
Very cool story!
Wonderful story.
What a great memory to have, and I love the way you told it. I could picture him at the door!
That must have been Gracie Allen who first greeted you.
No idea who the woman would have been, but Gracie died in 1964.