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I dreamed I encountered Jon Pertwee in an airport. Just heading opposite directions in the hall, all wearing ugly airport clothes. But I froze, and we did the body language that members of my family would sum up as the song lyric:
"Now you know that I know
that you know who I am.
Now you know that I know
you are my biggest fan."
And he responded with the slightly open body posture that said, "I've got a few minutes and not that many people can recognize me cold in an airport these days, so would you like an autograph?"
And I said out loud, "Oh, that's okay."
He said, "Are you sure?"
"Yes, but thanks. Thanks."
He smiled and nodded at me, and I said, "Um, but could I shake your hand?"
And he did the slight pause of someone who's been touched uninvited by fans, and then smiled again and shook my hand. He got my hand oddly, like the third part of the standard four-part secret handshake, so our thumbs were wrapped around, which was entertaining.
And then we nodded at each other and got on our way in the airport.
What with him being dead, it was really great to get to meet him.
Edited to add: I think I'm forgetting a fragment in the initial communication, because I think he complimented my scarf. He was wearing some kind of (very non Whovian) knitted and brightly colored scarf as well, which I found entertaining. It was mostly that regrettable shade of synthetic aqua and had wavy edges.
"Now you know that I know
that you know who I am.
Now you know that I know
you are my biggest fan."
And he responded with the slightly open body posture that said, "I've got a few minutes and not that many people can recognize me cold in an airport these days, so would you like an autograph?"
And I said out loud, "Oh, that's okay."
He said, "Are you sure?"
"Yes, but thanks. Thanks."
He smiled and nodded at me, and I said, "Um, but could I shake your hand?"
And he did the slight pause of someone who's been touched uninvited by fans, and then smiled again and shook my hand. He got my hand oddly, like the third part of the standard four-part secret handshake, so our thumbs were wrapped around, which was entertaining.
And then we nodded at each other and got on our way in the airport.
What with him being dead, it was really great to get to meet him.
Edited to add: I think I'm forgetting a fragment in the initial communication, because I think he complimented my scarf. He was wearing some kind of (very non Whovian) knitted and brightly colored scarf as well, which I found entertaining. It was mostly that regrettable shade of synthetic aqua and had wavy edges.
