Okay picture this: I'm sitting at the SF Pride Parade early on Day2 just.. chilling... waiting for the day to start up and this small cluster of people walk by the booth, maybe 10 yards away.
They turn..
Stop..
..and proceed to freak out.
They rush to my booth exclaiming "It's Juror2! It's Juror2! Oh my god she's like HERE, you're like HER aren't you? OH MY GOSH!"
I didn't know what to do! Everyone's talking at once and they seem to think I'm some kind of celebrity! At one point, mom asks if she can shake my hand and when I do she goes off again about how she TOUCHED me and how she's not gonna wash her hand for a week or something. It was insane!
Turns out they knew me from Etsy and had bought one of my Attack of the Fuzzy shirts and they couldn't BELIEVE her son wasn't wearing it on the day they actually got to meet me face to face. I was very amused by the whole experience and it totally made me feel famous for the rest of the weekend. They sent me a couple of pictures when they got back home, but this was my favorite. :)
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