Hi Veeky Forums, I have some new OC involving John "The Meme" Green

Hi Veeky Forums, I have some new OC involving John "The Meme" Green.
I'm the Indianapolis-fag that has posted periodically about encounters with him around town (not stalking, it just seems we frequent the same area).
>be last weekend
>go to a bookstore that I don't normally visit because it's a bit of a drive
>among the few local authors, there is a glass case halfway filled with assorted signed John Green books
>A note on the past: he has purposely released some of his books to bookstores, thousands of signed copies, with the purpose of devaluing signed editions
>back to the bookstore
>$150 price tag
>$150
>Books have dust on them from not moving in so long
If people care, I can Greentext the closer encounters of the YA kind I've had.

>be me at coffeeshop
>we've bumped into each other a handful of times there, but we never talk
>he normally grabs something to go
>one day I'm on my way in as he is leaving
>I hold the door for him because good midwestern boy
>he turns his head to say thank you
>he must have just had a bite of muffin, because he sprays crumbs on my shoulder and lower face
>he says nothing else, but just ducks his head and scurries away down the sidewalk
>mfw

you got crumbed on senpai

>be at big museum exhibition opening party
>little did I know, the John Meme's wife is the curator of the museum
>he's hanging out in a corner sipping his drink, not talking to anyone
>the old wealthy donor types have no clue who he is, so they ignore the guy in the ill fitting blazer and untucked shirt
>his wife stops by the check on him from time to time
>I can't tell what they're saying as a steal glance at them, but it is becoming clear that something is amiss
>eventually he leaves, well before the end of the evening
>notice being a bit more touchy with wealthy donors than she was before
>kek internally

>going shopping one summer afternoon
>the parking lot for the Whole Foods is very busy
>lo and behold there is one parking space
>Mr. Meme is waiting for car to finish backing out of space to pull in
>swing in the spot as quickly as possible
>see the front of his car in my rearview for a bit, wondering if he would get out and say something
>he drives on past without even honking

keep going you bastard

I don't have much of anything else, I see him around frequently but these are just the gems from the past few years. Most of the time I see just him, no family with him.

>be last weekend
>be
>last weekend
HOLY SHIT, OP. YOU ARE LAST WEEKEND?

I guess I have one other one, but it isn't *that* good.
>sitting at the same coffee shop as always
>pre-muffin spray
>be re-reading Lolita at a sidewalk table, smoking
>he walks out with his usual to go cup, sees the cover and stops
>he stands there for a second then pulls out his phone, acts like he is texting though I can see in the reflection from the shop window that he's playing with the lock screen
>he puts the phone back in his pocket and turns to me
>"I really enjoyed that when I first read it."
>"Me too, that's why I'm reading it again. Do you have a favorite part?"
>"The roadtrip..."
>trails into silence
>sit there awkwardly for a second
>tips his cup to me
>"enjoy"
>walks away, head down and shoulders hunched, like usual

It can be a temporal indicator as well and you know that.