It’s kind of amazing how many run-ins with celebrities I’ve had during my short time in KC. Just the other day on my way to work I bumped into none other than famous TV celebrity Christopher Lowell. When I saw him I took off my sunglasses and said “Chris? Chris Lowell? Is that you?”
He looked at me rather funny and just kept puffing away at his cigarette.
“I’m a big fan of your TV show, Chris. I think it’s rather fabulous!” I said as his look of confusion turned into something a bit more surly.
I’m not quite sure what was up with him because, for one thing, he knew my name and kept saying something about an ”alphamonkey,” whatever the hell that is. After a few more minutes of this, I finally asked if I could snap his picture with my trusty new camera-phone. He obliged, but seemed very angry. Christopher Lowell actually accused me of dipping into the prescription cough syrup too much (and I admit, chasing Sudafed with cough syrup is probably not the best thing for you, but hey, I’m sick!) and called me a few choice names. His voice also seemed quite a bit deeper. Man, what an asshole. So I ask you, why does Christopher Lowell hate me?