I saw Les Stroud in a grocery store in Toronto yesterday. He was wearing a greasy tank top. I told him how cool it was to meet him in person, but I didn’t want to be a douche and bother him and ask him for photos or anything.
He said, “Oh, like you’re doing now?” I was a little taken aback, and I could say was “Huh?” but he kept cutting me off and going “huh? huh? huh?” and closing his frost bitten hand shut in front of me over and over again. I walked away and continued with my shopping, and I heard him chuckle and fart as I walked away.
When I came to pay for my stuff up front I saw him trying to walk out with like ten multitools in his hands without paying. The girl at the counter was very nice about it and professional, and was like “sir, you need to pay for those first.” At first he kept pretending to be tired and not hear her, but eventually turned back around and brought them to the counter. When she took one of the multitools and started scanning it multiple times, he stopped her and told her to scan them each individually “to prevent any electrical infetterence,” and then turned around and winked at me. I don’t even think that’s a word. After she scanned each multitool and put them in a bag and started to say the price, he kept interrupting her by yawning really loudly. What a douche