'99 working at target, gene wilder came thru my checkout and his total was 13.00 even, he said "thats weird" and left. was in st. louis park, mn
When I was a kid, like 2 or 3, I often saw an old man at a grocery store with a small, white dog. The man came up to me one day and handed me a basket. He said I could walk the dog while filling up the basket with candy (which he then later paid for). This became the routine whenever I saw that man at the grocery store. Walk dog, get candy.
That man was Gene Wilder. I got candy from Willy Wonka himself.
I was at a Hibachi restaurant for a friend's birthday. There were five of us in total but the tables seated seven. They were packed that night so they told us they would be filling our table. Before long, who should come over and sit with us but Gene Wilder and his wife. At the time my friend and I were young and hadn't seen him in anything other than Willy Wonka, so when the food came we asked him if the snozberries tasted like snozberries. Luckily he didn't miss a beat and replied with "we are the music makers, and we are the dreamers of dreams"
One of the most surreal moments of my life.
My parents lived in NYC for ten years, so they has a couple of these. The best one happened to my dad, and definitely seems unbelievable, but I don't doubt him.
When my older sister was a baby, my dad was waiting on a street corner, on his way to a doctor appointment, in front of a grocery store. My dad has my sister in a carrier on his front, and wrapped his coat around my sister to protect her from the light rain and cold. Suddenly, my dad spots Gene fucking Wilder.
Gene Wilder notices my dad, sees him obviously talking to a baby in his coat, and proceeds to walk over and stick his face into the neck-hole of my dad's coat. No shit. He coos at my sister for a little while, then leaves without saying a word. Both my dad and my sister were totally cool with this situation. Ever since then, whenever my dad showed us a Gene Wilder movie, he referred to him as my sister's boyfriend, since Gene Wilder seemed to fall a little bit in love with my big sis that day.
It's one of those stories I'm so used to hearing that I forget how batshit it is until I try to tell it...