A story about Mark Hamill
We met at Disney Quest at Disney World when I was in middle school. I knew he was there, but I decided to leave him alone and not try to find it. But, low and behold, he was suddenly blocking the entrance to the room! I waited patiently for him to finish his conversation, but he turned around and asked if I wanted something. I said, “No, sir. I was just trying to pass.” Poor Mr. Hamill turned bright red.
I went and found him later to confess that I knew EXACTLY who he was. He made his assistant find a pen for me so he could sign my guidemap. He was extraordinarily nice, especially after I embarrassed him.
