So I'm at this Star Trek convention.
I took my daughter out of school to come along.
The elevator door opens and there stands Chekov going to a higher floor. My daughter's eyes get big.
We step in.
Being polite, I just nod and stand respectfully behind the actor and face the door.
The door remains open a few more seconds. The awkward silence squeezed it out of me.
"Bridge," I say with authority.
The door closes, Chekov smirks and just shakes his head.
Yep, I'm that guy.
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