The following story was shared by JW (thank you!)
This happened about 10 years ago. I was at a Microsoft event in Redmond. You know how it goes: about 1,000 geeks in an auditorium watching PowerPoint presentations about the next best thing. I forget if it was about Windows or Office. One of those two.
In any case, I was getting bored, so I took a break to visit the restroom. As I was zipping up, I remembered that Microsoft always puts out a nice array of snacks, and decided to walk around to see if I could find something to eat. Continue reading
We would like to thank Jeff for contributing today’s story.
In 1985, I was involved in the Vintage Restaurant in Harvard Square (Cambridge MA). We were chosen to serve a luncheon for Bill who was Hasty Pudding Man of the Year.¹ Bill arrived late and climbed the stairs of our three-decker, to our function room on the third floor. “Hello Bill” I said. “Welcome to the Vintage”.
“Are you the chief here?” He asked. “No Bill” I said, “I’m just one of the Indians”.
At that moment, Bill spotted a kid, about 17 years old, wearing work clothes and standing off to the side. He was the son of one of the secretaries who worked for our landlord in the second floor real estate office. His mother had told him that Bill would be walking up those stairs at some point that morning; he had gotten there early and waited for hours.
Bill turned back to the waiting staff and I, said “Excuse me a minute”.
Then he walked right up to this kid and said, “You look like my biggest fan”. I swear I could see daylight between this kids sneakers and the floor. Bill stood there talking to him for a few minutes before he came in to the function room; he was as charming and funny as you can imagine he is. Bill Murray is a very classy guy.
¹The Woman of the Year for 1985? Cher.
We’d like to thank Mark O’Connell for sharing the following story.
In 1996, when I was sixteen, I was sitting on a bench with a couple of friends in my hometown of Kilkenny, in Ireland. It was a Saturday afternoon, and we were just hanging out, smoking cigarettes, shooting the breeze. Bill Murray was in town that weekend for a comedy festival; he was doing an improv show at a local theatre with the Second City group, along with his brothers Joel and Brian Doyle Murray. Continue reading
We’d like to thank Emily for sharing the following story with us.
Back in my early 20’s, I worked for a large performing arts organization in New York City. We were producing a star-studded benefit concert and Bill Murray was one of the stars.
As part of my job at the time (office manager), I would make a large bowl of microwave popcorn every Friday afternoon for the office staff. The microwave was located in the basement green room, just down the hall from where the star-studded benefit was rehearsing.
I went down to make the popcorn and after I finished, I was heading back towards the stairs with a huge bowl of fresh hot buttered popcorn. From behind, I heard a whispered voice calling me from down the hall saying “Oooh oooh, wait! Hold up for just a second!” I turned around and who did I see but Bill Murray scampering down the hall toward me.
He stuck his face down over the bowl of popcorn and inhaled deeply. Then, using both hands, he scooped out a large handful of popcorn (it was a huge bowl – about 5-6 bags worth, so I didn’t mind). He looked up at me, said, “You just made my day”, and proceeded to run back down the hall to the rehearsal room while stuffing popcorn in his face.
No Bill, you just made MY day!