So, I've been kinda bored the past two days.

Yeah, yeah, I know....Las Vegas is 24/7 action, baby!.....but still. I went to a few new shops, learned a bit about telescopes, saw things for which I had exactly 15% of the required money to purchase. Tonight, I decided to run to the social experiment known as Wal Mart at 11:45 to wander around the aisles until I saw ten things past the one item which I really needed.

The highlight of my day in the desert. *sigh*

Everyone out here knows about the danger which is the Krispy Kreme doughnut...soft, sweet, fried air...the hypnotic glare of the "Hot Doughnuts Now" neon....calling, enticing, ordering you into the the shop. After a moderate debate, I figured, "what the hey!"

My car pulled up and I got out, not really under my own control and drifted lazily towards the smell.

I opened the door and was almost knocked over by who was looking at me!

Guess!

Nope, it was Penn Jillette! Yes, *that* Penn...of Penn and Teller!

Of course, I tried to play it cool. After getting my original and sour cream doughnut, I went back out to the car. This was an opportunity I could not pass up. Even if he was not Penn, he had to be damned used to people thinking he was. One of the guys at work is a dead ringer for Kevin Nealon and he sometimes uses that to his advantage, so I figured I would test this person to see if he was the legit Jillette.

So, I went back inside, excused myself for interrupting, and asked if he was Penn. The hulking behemoth arose and said "Yes, I'm Penn. Nice to meet you." and shook my hand using one of the four hands to which David Copperfield referred as "the best slight of hand artists in the business". The person sitting across from him was more than likely Teller, but how could you really tell from his voice? They were both with female companions, so I didn't want to intrude more than I already had.

"Well, I realize that you have a real life beyond TV, so I apologize for interrupting you all. I just wanted to say how much I enjoy your work and how *incredibly* funny the Metal Detector scene in Penn and Teller Get Killed is. I laughed so hard I couldn't walk for ten minutes after seeing it." I said, although not nearly as cucumber-coolly as I would've liked or nearly as controlled as it sounded.

"Thank you very much," Penn graciously replied, "I really appreciate it and am glad you're a fan."

After that, I thanked them for everything and went on my merry way. Penn was incredibly nice. Other stars might have been bothered by yet another adoring fan interrupting a late night doughnut munch, but Penn handled it like the ultracool person that he is. As I drove away, I looked back through the door expecting to see the "Oh God, not again face", but he just continued chatting with his friends. That was comforting reassurance that my 45 seconds of time didn't bother him and that he did really appreciate the comments.

Only in Las Vegas!