"Bruce Campbell of Evil Dead fame.

Tall as f@#k, and really cheerful. I was working the front desk for Newbury Comics' corporate office and he and his assistant came in. I didn't even process the name when his assistant said it, just called back to the buyer whom Bruce was meeting. Then it hit me: "Wait. The Bruce Campbell"?

Bruce is standing to my right, looming like death. He smiles, extends a hand, laughs, and asks me my name. I made the requisite boomstick joke, and he also laughed at that.

Much better behaved than Juliette Lewis, who showed up so drunk she couldn't walk down the ramp in front of me."