It happened very quickly, over the course of a few hours yesterday. I woke up with a dry throat, and then it just got progressively worse as the day went on. At one point, I assumed I had finally developed allergies, but I'm pretty sure this is just your run-of-the-mill, want-to-kill-yourself cold.
So at one point in the "I think this is allergies" stage of yesterday, I went to the Duane Reade to get medicine. I pop out a few minutes later, walking to school from work along a path that I don't usually take.
I"m fiddling with my Claritin box when I feel a sneeze coming. And it's a big one. Devon, you know the type I mean.
I look to the sky.
I do that face you do when you can't sneeze and want to.
I feel it coming.... and...
(let it be known that I went off in search of a sneeze video at this point. I didn't find one, but I instead spent 45 minutes on buzzfeed)
It was the largest, snottiest sneeze I have ever let fly. I doubled over from the force of it. Then, and I need you to pay attention here, this happened:
I stood up to see this face:
You may have seen it in Bridesmaids.
Chris O'Dowd was standing in front of me, snazzed up, looking supah-fly. He looked at me.
"Bless you," he said.
"Thank you," I said, doing that is that really you? face.
He then got into a car and drove out of my life forever. If I had taken a Claritin I would have written it off as a hallucination, but the box was still unopened in my hand. That's how strange it was.
This is the first famous person I have seen since moving to New York, and I sneezed all over him.