I served Kim Gordon popcorn at work
 

A couple weeks ago.
I was too nervous to say anything, and I didn't really know what to say nonetheless.
I tried to play it off like I didn't know who she was. She probably didn't notice or care.
Anyway, I felt like it was a worthy enough experience to post in this thread.

*in this forum

cool

cool!

nice. I have never even had the chance to interact in any way with my skronk goddess.


I have met and conversed with Lee and Steve tho. Cool mafks

I have met Kim once, asked her for picture with me, but I was star struck as fuck and could not say much, haha, just nice to meet you and stuff.

I met her once too. She didn't seem to be in a very good mood.

Did she buy the salty or sweet popcorn?

had you run out of popcorn?

Did you fall for it?

We only had regular (slightly salted popcorn. She said she wanted "a little bit" of butter after I asked though.

Sweet popcorn like we have in the uk isn't a thing in the states, i discovered, when i tried to buy sweet and salted mix at a "movie theater" and the staff looked at me like i was some kind of unintelligible embarrassment

You can get that kind of a mix in Chicago (Chicago-Style) - but it's caramel and cheddar... so savory and sweet, but not salty and sweet (closest thing I can think)... though I have noticed adding candy to popcorn is becoming a thing in Canada (M&Ms in popcorn, for example).

(Alright - this is WAY off topic LOL)

My country is a stupid one that copies everything in the worst possible way, so I wouldn't be surprised if they now offered buttery/cheesy popcorn at local movie theaters. YECH. Historically, though, popcorn here (called "cabritas" — literally, "little goats" [?!]) had ALWAYS been ONLY caramelly.


It won't do
to dream of caramel,
to think of cinnamon
and long for you.

It won't do
to stir a deep desire,
to fan a hidden fire
that can never burn true.

I know your name,
I know your skin,
I know the way
these things begin;

But I don't know
how I would live with myself,
what I'd forgive of myself
if you don't go.

So goodbye,
sweet appetite,
no single bite
could satisfy...

I know your name,
I know your skin,
I know the way
these things begin;

But I don't know
what I would give of myself,
how I would live with myself
if you don't go.

It won't do
to dream of caramel,
to think of cinnamon
and long
for you.