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I stopped by the information desk to find one of my panels, and a guy there offered to escort me since he was attending it anyway. I then remembered that I'd had no coffee that morning, so I ran upstairs to get some, leaving the guy at the desk.
The coffee seemed to be out, but a helpful guy tipped the dispenser (not something that would have occurred to me before drinking some) so I could fill my cup. As I was putting in cream and sugar, I noticed that the helpful guy was Harlan Ellison. At that point, he noticed me too. "Hey, kid," he said. "You're not old enough to have written anything. I have things stuck in my teeth that are older than you!"
"Does your dentist know about that?" I asked, having at that point taken a slug of my thank-God-it's-legal addictive substance of choice.
"My shirt is older than you," he continued, and poked me in the belly button.
"Hey!" I grabbed him by the shoulder and shook him. He looked rather startled.
"Gotta get to my panel," I said, and fled with my coffee.
When I met up with the guy from the info desk, I said, "Guess who I just had an encounter with?"
"Harlan Ellison?"
"How'd you know?"
"Well, I knew Harlan was there," he explained. "And knowing him, who else would it be?"
The coffee seemed to be out, but a helpful guy tipped the dispenser (not something that would have occurred to me before drinking some) so I could fill my cup. As I was putting in cream and sugar, I noticed that the helpful guy was Harlan Ellison. At that point, he noticed me too. "Hey, kid," he said. "You're not old enough to have written anything. I have things stuck in my teeth that are older than you!"
"Does your dentist know about that?" I asked, having at that point taken a slug of my thank-God-it's-legal addictive substance of choice.
"My shirt is older than you," he continued, and poked me in the belly button.
"Hey!" I grabbed him by the shoulder and shook him. He looked rather startled.
"Gotta get to my panel," I said, and fled with my coffee.
When I met up with the guy from the info desk, I said, "Guess who I just had an encounter with?"
"Harlan Ellison?"
"How'd you know?"
"Well, I knew Harlan was there," he explained. "And knowing him, who else would it be?"
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