Spotted

I was walking a tour with John Kliss along the Croissant in Monaco, the posh promenade on the mountain side, where all the rich and famous walk. The Croissant is also known as the Philosophenweg by the Germans, as this is the place where the famous Spanish philosopher Fred Nichtich committed suicide, presumably because he realised he had failed to understand something about the meaning of life. Or because he had lost all his money at the casino.

Anyhow, as we were walking there late in the afternoon, there suddenly was a flash. As we turned around, we saw a woman taking a picture of her husband standing just below the Croissant. As he was standing between the lady and us, her camera was pointing right at us. John went mad.

"OK, young lady", he said. She was probably ten years older than him, but that did not seem to disturb him. "Hand me the camera, and we'll delete that picture."
"What? But why?"
"Look at me. I did not shave this morning and my shirt is hopelessly out of fashion. If that picture gets out people will be horrified, and I will be forgotten before anyone can say 'est-ce que t'est-que tais!'"
"Excuse me, but who are you?"
"You see! You have already forgotten about me!"
"No, actually, I am pretty sure I have never seen you before."
"Not in real life perhaps, but I am John Kliss, three time nominated for a Golden Boar, title role in block busters like 'His Majesty's Secretary', 'Sherlock Holmes' Uncle' and 'Vienna, the city of nightmares'. And you say you already forgot me!"
"Oh..." The woman looked uncertain. "Well... In that case, I guess I'll delete the picture." She showed him how she deleted the picture in the camera, and he looked happy.
"Remember me?"
"Eh?"
"Do you remember me now?"
"Well, you are John Kliss, aren't you?"
"That's better. I'll give you an autograph."

We walked away, and John looked much more relaxed. The strange thing is that I have known him for more than 25 years, and during all that time, I'm pretty sure he has had done nothing else than being janitor at a hospital. I pointed that out to him.

"Oh, my gosh! Even you forgot about my movies!" he cried. He wrote me an autograph, which I accepted to calm him down. It was written on the back of a patient's registry form.