A few weeks ago, my great-aunt passed away.
At her funeral, her daughter told a story:
Apparently my Aunt Doris liked to gamble. One weekend, she was in Vegas; on the last night, she was playing the roulette table and a woman came and sat down next to her. She and Doris played and chatted together until these big men came to escort the woman away. As she was getting up, the woman asked Doris, “Do you know who I am?”
My aunt said, “No.”
The other woman said, “I’m Whoopi Goldberg.”
My aunt smiled and said, “Oh.”
Whoopi Goldberg: “Do you know who I am?”
Aunt Doris: “No.”
Whoopi laughed and hugged Aunt Doris before walking away with her body guards.
That night (or the next morning), Doris called her daughter and asked, “Have you ever heard of Whoopi Goldberg?”
“Of course,” her daughter said. “She’s a famous actress.”
My great aunt told her daughter what had happened and said, “It sounded like some sort of disease.”
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