Clint Eastwood
21-Nov-2007
Written by: Kathleen Waterbury
Class act cruising on my street...still owe him a beer
Heard Clint was in town. Didn't believe it. I was a mess doing spring cleaning. No makeup; men's clothes. Took a beer to hubby working on car in the street when I saw the brown caddy I heard he was driving. He was going slow like looking for locations. I kept hitting my husband, saying, "It's him!!" He finally looked and we both looked like fish mouths. When he got a block away I stood in the middle of the street yelling for him to come back. He did, driving thru a stop sign. In truest Dirty Harry fashion, the window came down and he said, "Yeeeees?" Of all the times, a thousand thoughts went thru my mind so I couldn't say anything. He wasn't a foot away, this man I had revered since he was Rowdy. Then my husband embarassed me by saying, "Are you who I think you are?" I dropped to my knees, beet red. He smiled, the window went up, and down the street he went. But my husband got out, "Come by for a beer." The next day at the corner market as we were coming out with beer, he drove slowly by and waved and we held up the beer. Two days later, Clint and his lady friend were stopped at the same light as my hubby, and as they pulled away she yelled out, "You still owe him a beer!"
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