When I first walked in to Carlitos’ single-stalled bathroom I saw a tall, thin girl blowing her nose in the corner. She had her back turned to me so I paid her no mind and took my place behind her in line.

Then she said, “Excuse me, I’m about to be disgusting now,” before emptying the entire contents of her brain into some toilet paper. After that, she began complaining to her friend about a lingering sinus infection post-flu.

Which was when I decided to butt into the conversation.

I asked her whether or not she had tried the hip new “neti pot” method of cleansing sinuses (note: this involves shoving a teapot spout into one nostril, allowing epson salt water to circulate your sinuses and dribble out the other side). At which point it was Anne Hathaway who turned to face me, and suddenly everything changed.

This was also when I realized that I had just launched into a discussion of sinus cleaning methods with one of the most famous people on earth.

Looking back now I kind of wish I had said something like “Congratulations on winning that Oscar last weekend,” or, “You’re pretty.”

Instead, the highlight of our two- minute conversation was when I disclosed that my mom liked to clean out my sinuses out for me. Not sure how that one got away.

I guess we can say it was an unfortunate way of dealing with things. Albeit, I have never been within three feet of a celebrity before and I’d like to think I handled it to the best of my abilities. Though I’m fairly certain that says something about my level of social discomfort and on-the-spot thinking skills that I am unwilling to fully come to terms with.

Anyway, about 30 seconds of staring into her giant, wet, mesmerizing fawn eyes later, I realized I was not only face to face with this great woman, but that I was also about to hear her urinate.

Which she did, like an angel.