On a beautiful Tuesday morning last summer I was heading into my local coffee shop and there in front of me on his way out was Harrison Ford.
Before I could even think, my hand shot up and in the blink of an eye his hand was up and connected with mine in the perfect high-five.
It sounded like a cannon slapping a face in the middle of a concert hall.
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| Boom. You're welcome. |
Everyone in the coffee shop turned to look in awe. I bit back the tears because it hurt my hand like a sonovabitch.
And without a word, he was gone.
My coffee tasted like shit, but it was a good day overall.
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