My big fan grrl moment at WisCON 30...
In between panels I desperately had to go to the bathroom, so I stopped at the second floor women's and, no surprise, all the stalls were busy. I waited and waited and did the little I-have-go-potty dance. I finally hear the telltale flush. Someone is done! Out of the stall comes Ursula K. LeGuin. We pass each other without comment, only I'm thinking, "Holy Mother! I’m going to piss in the same pot as Ursula K. LeGuin."
I sat there, doing my business, thinking alternately how cool and how sad it was that I was so excited to be getting butt-cooties from Ursula K. LeGuin.
So... do I seem any smarter? More literary? Do I, huh?