Not too long ago I had another celebrity misadventure right here in Memphis. I was picking my parents up from the Memphis "International" Airport. I had gotten a late start and then was running even further behind because construction at the airport had made the parking utterly incomprehensible.
When I finally arrived at baggage claim, my parents told me that they were just about to call a taxi. I was vehemently explaining my tardiness while wildly gesticulating my hands, as I tend to do when I get excited. Suddenly I realized that Bob Newhart was walking behind me, and I had almost smacked him in the face with one of my gestures. I felt as if I should call out an apology as he was walking away, but I got the impression he preferred I just let it go: no harm, no foul.
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