Ironsmith77

I saw you in Chicago O'Hare last June. You came into the Chilis and sat down at the table next to me and I was like "Is that? It is! It totally is! What do I do? What do I do?". I sat there for no shit, 45 minutes poking at my food arguing with myself to work up the courage to turn and say "Hey! I'm a big fan." But I was like "The man is just trying to have a meal and catch his plane. Don't be that asshole. But then I'm never gonna see him again. And really he made the decision to be famous, he's gotta just expect people to interrupt him all the time right?" I finished my meal, got the check and was like "Ok, now or never!" I got up, looked over at you, gave you some really awkward dude nod and walked away. And that's my H. Jon Benjamin story. FFS.

I was gonna do one of those selfies with you sort of in it. But thought that's crossing into weird.