A sister of a friend of a friend once worked for Ben Stiller. The sister of a friend of a friend said that Ben Stiller is the worst.
To illustrate her point she said that one time they were sitting in his private plane on the tarmac in Newark and he wouldn’t let the pilot take off until he got some pumpernickel bagels.
I love pumpernickel bagels as much as the next gal – but I’d never stop a pilot from taking off at the scheduled departure time, thus affecting subsequent flights and hundreds of other passengers.
I mean, unless I had that kind of power. (Let’s be real: I have never had that kind of power and it’s doubtful that I’ll ever have that kind of power. I wouldn’t even know what to do with that kind of power – but if I did have that kind of power, I’d want to test it out a little, you know? I guess one of the ways I might test it out is to demand some pumpernickel bagels while sitting in my private plane and refusing to let the pilot take off until I got my way. Also, champagne. Also, fuzzy slippers.)
So, maybe Ben Stiller isn’t an a$$hole? Maybe he’s just testing his power?
Maybe he’s actually a really wonderful person that just really likes pumpernickel bagels?
I’m not making excuses for Ben Stiller, but I am trying to understand why Ben Stiller would behave in such a way.
(Full disclosure: I have always liked Ben Stiller. From The Ben Stiller Show to Reality Bites to Zoolander. He may not be on my “list,”* but I certainly enjoy his work.)
I digress.
I once went to a movie with Ben Stiller.
No, I did not commit adultery with Ben Stiller. (I can’t believe you would ever think such a thing. I’m actually pretty hurt that you would jump to those kinds of conclusions. You know what they say about jumping to conclusions? Someone is going to get hurt – with all of that jumping – And it’s me. I’m hurt. I love my husband, and I would never commit adultery!**)
We just went to a movie.*** Geez!
And there were other people there. Like hundreds.
It’s not like we held hands. (Do people even hold hands anymore?)
We didn’t even speak. (People hate it when you talk at the movies.)
And! We didn’t sit together. (Like I said, I’m married.)
We did make some serious eye contact. (I don’t mean that our eyes made contact – gross. I mean that we looked into each other’s eyes at least once. He was walking down the aisle to the front of the theatre to get interviewed, and I was sitting at the end of the aisle and I turned around right as he was passing and our eyes definitely met.)
When the movie was over I got up from my seat and left the theatre. I didn’t even say goodbye.
Sometimes going to a movie with Ben Stiller just means going to a movie with Ben Stiller.
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* My “list”: Ed Ved, a young Colin Firth, an alive Paul Newman. These gentleman have been approved by my husband for some smooching and hands stuff. He’ll joke and say he didn’t approve this at all, but he’s just joking.
**Just some smooching and hands stuff. No big whoop.
*** Walter Mitty