Okay, I will be very honest. I would not know Charlie Hunnman
from a hole in the wall. Never watched Sons of Anarchy. Never seemed
interesting to me. Hey, don't judge. I watch shows you ignore too.
But my Dad watched the show. He liked it. I was surprised as
this series did not seem his ‘thing’. I’m glad he’s not watching endless reruns
of Murder She Wrote and Bonanza all day long.
From what I hear Charlie is an incredibly nice guy. I agree
with that statement.
I know, a few years back, when a Convention in Houston had ‘issues’,
a lot of people did not get his autograph even though they payed in
advance. I know on his next trip to
Houston, at a different convention, he honored those autograph tickets. That was classy.
Here's my tale of
his character.
I was in line a long time for Charlie. I’m been in longer lines
and waited longer to get an autograph. The point: Charlie is popular, even if I
don’t know who he is.
As I stood in line, the young lady in front of me was antsy.
The concrete convention floor is a killer when wearing sneakers. It’s more brutal
when you are wearing a dress and heels. She fidgeted and bumped into the people
in front of her and behind her (that means me).
She frowned as she counted the people in front of us. She tried to pass the time by chatting with
me but I was in my own world of activity ignoring people.
When Charlie left to do a photo op, she gave up. She turned
and said she had to go. I dutifully moved a step forward. I was surprised she
came back about 30 minutes later. I was nice and let her back in. I’m a Saint
that way.
As we snaked our way to the front of the line, she snuck a
couple of photos of Charlie. It’s a ‘no no’ but everyone does it. I even moved to the side so she could get a
better shot. Then she started talking again. Ugh. I was almost done without having
to be friendly.
She didn’t have money for an autograph, she only wanted to say
‘hi’. She flew in from Mexico City this morning just to see him. (Are you thinking
scam? I was.) Then the typical, I’m a huge fan. I want to marry
him. I only want to get close. She asked if she could walk up with me so she could
be in front of him longer. Remember, I’m a Saint. I said ‘sure’. She told me she wouldn’t say a thing. Okay, I
can work with that.
Charlie had a large selection of photos. I found one I liked. My new friend approved.
When we stepped up, Charlie looked at both of us and said hello.
He shook both our hands. My friend was
in heaven. I handed over my photo and Charlie signed. My mission accomplished.
Since I was done, I decided to help my friend. I mentioned
that she was a huge fan. She flew in from Mexico City just to see him. Now Charlie’s halo started to shine. He smiled
for her. That smile was just for her. He chatted with her. She was blushing and embarrassed
but loving it. She mentioned she just wanted to see him up close and now she was happy. Charlie asked if she had some for
him to sign. She said she didn’t have
money. That was not the answer he wanted.
He told her that wasn’t a problem. He
walked her over to the other table with the selection of photos. He suggested a shirtless one. I told you he had a large selection of photos. She
clutched the bare chested image to her chest as they walked the 5 feet to the signing table. He gave her a nice signature and then thanked her for coming all that way
to see him. Very classy.
We left. She thanked me a dozen times as we walked to the
exit and parted ways. Yep, I’m a saint. And I still had my wallet.
AH
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