FULL STORY TIME.
Alright.
So first of all, all of this is fucking FATE, because it just so happened to be the day that Cas and I left school a little early and decided to go to London Drug’s at the EXACT same time that Martin was downtown, but still. Cas caught sight of him first as we were walking, and she was just about to say something when I caught sight of him fishing some change out of his pocket and turning to walk straight past us and leave it to a homeless man that was sitting beside the sidewalk. As he was walking back past us again we both stopped dead in our tracks and stared, because my thought process was like “That guy looks like Martin—-“, and then was both just shut up.
It took us a few minutes to sort of really realize WHO just walked past us, but the second we realized it was like, HOLY FUCK. So we ended up trailling after him for a few minutes until I finally got the fucking courage to actually tap his shoulder and say “Excuse me.” (He had headphones on, and I was a little scared of bugging him in case he didn’t really want to talk), but the second I did, he immediately took of the headphones and gave the sweetest smile, my heart just melted on the spot.
He was the perfect combination of sweet and jerk, and he was exactly how I’d always imagined he’d be if I ever met him. We ended up all standing to the side and just chatting about everything! Art school, drawing, comic books, Fargo. He said he used to be really good at drawing, but really bad at colouring them (ME TOO.). And then he told us he like graphic novels, and we just kept chatting for like half an hour or so while we asked him how he liked Calgary (He said Saturday was the coldest day of his life) and he told us how he’s excited to go back home and see his family, and just….. Wow. The man is so sweet and so kind and it was really sweet of him to take the time out of his day to actually chat with us like we were all good friends.
I asked for a picture at the end, and yeah, the second he saw my background as Ben, he IMMEDIATELY gave a gasp and went “You motherfucker, you have fucking -BEN- as your phone background!!” I tried apologizing and told him I wasn’t a traitor, but he wouldn’t have any of that. So I promised to change it. “Yeah, you fucking better.” I never thought I’d be so happy to have Martin Freeman call me motherfucker. But honestly, he was just the biggest goddamn sweetheart, and UGH.