This question is often posed to me with a raised eyebrow, and is difficult to answer.
I got R. A. Dickey to pose for me with his knuckleball grip.
"I'm sorry the photo isn't so good," Holger Post, the boss-man at Polaroid's German PR company told me, after I finally managed to convince him to pose with me for a selfie.
Leaving the auditorium, whole classes of local schoolgirls in their pristine uniforms mobbed me, wanting to know who my favorite doctor was and pose with me for one group selfie after another.
Before I could process what was happening, Wiseau was posing with me, instructing another random fan to take the shot with my phone, while simultaneously conversing with someone else, asking: "How do you say 'Ha, ha, ha' in French?" The laugh is a strange affectation falling somewhere between an acknowledgement of irony and a stab at some form of genuine human emotion that seemed to elude him.
Before I could process what was happening, Wiseau was posing with me, instructing another random fan to take the shot with my phone, while simultaneously conversing with someone else, asking, "How do you say hahaha in French?" The laugh is a strange affectation falling somewhere between an acknowledgement of irony and a stab at some form of genuine human emotion that seemed to elude him.
Earlier in the interview she imitated "Brummie English" to make me laugh, and when we have our photo taken together at the end of the day, she makes more jokes and poses with me for a selfie.
And then, while we're talking, some woman comes up and says 'Can I have a picture?' and he starts to pose it was kinda sad, honestly and instead she hands the camera to him and starts to pose with me.
We proceeded south, and in front of Macy's people traded cameras and stood posing with me.
Traditional Ifugao tribeswomen pose with me.
