Whiny Darth?

Matt and I have been going to a church called Mosaic. There are several campuses, and we've been hitting up the one in Pasadena because, well, that makes sense being that we live in Pasadena and all.  This past Sunday, though, we decided to visit the campus in Hollywood.  Off we went -- Metro Gold to Union Station, Metro Red to somewhere in North Hollywood.

As it happened, our stop dumped us right in the heart of the most touristy section of Hollywood. We cruised up the escalator and landed smack in the middle of a crowd of thousands of people taking pictures of their feet (you know -- the Hollywood stars) right in front of Grauman's Chinese Theater.

My favorite part was this ... as we headed west toward church, we found ourselves following Darth Vadar and Elmo. That was enough all by itself to get me giggling, but, oh no, the best was yet to come. Here's the conversation between them:

Darth: Dammit (insert more colorful explicative), I just spent 10 friggin' (insert more colorful explicative) minutes with that family, posing with every single one of them, and what do I get?

Elmo: Rrrr?

Darth: A dollar! One friggin' (insert more colorful explicative) dollar!

Elmo: (nodding sympathetically)

Darth: And the old man didn't even act straight up about it! Oh, no, he tried to be all smooth and fold it, so I couldn't see it was just a lousy, friggin' (you know what to do) dollar.

Elmo: Brrrr ...

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What?! Really, Lord Vadar?!  Shouldn't you just lift the guy up by his wind pipe and cut off his airways until he gives you his entire wallet and thanks you for not annihilating him? Oh, Darth, you may be insidious, you may be cunning, you may be heartless ... but you may not be whiny.

Proof positive that not every aspiring actor in Hollywood is destined for greatness. If we see Darth again on Sunday, I think I may just invite him to church. But I'll keep a close eye on him when they pass the basket.