First place I worked out here, this artist in the same room as me was telling a story about how he was in an elevator once at some convention-hotel, cracking people up with his Stan Lee impression — 'EXSH-SHELSHIOR" and shit — and the doors opened, and Stan Lee was right there.
This guy was pretty sure Stan must have been able to hear him, at least a little bit, through the elevator doors... but he just sort of prayed that that didn't happen. Stan gets on, smiles politely at everyone, and the elevator continues down to the ground floor. Awkward silence ensues. After a moment, the guy decides Stan must not have heard him.
When they get to the ground, the doors open, Stan pats him on the shoulder re-assuringly, and leaves.
Teague Chrystie
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