On my last day in Calgary I met Martin Freeman. Needless to say, best last day in Calgary EVER.
We ran into him and I called out to him apologetically because I knew he was probably busy, but of course he was incredibly kind and came over to speak to us. I told him that we were the two girls that were on the set of Fargo a few days earlier and he said, “Oh right! The girls across the street in Inglewood!”. I confirmed jokingly that it was us and that I wasn’t crazy, and he laughed and said “Oh sure, where else are you going to fucking turn up? You’d better not show up at my front door promising that you’re not crazy.” We all laughed and he said “But really, it’s okay.” I introduced myself to him and he shook my hand, and I told him I was a huge Sherlock fan and that I hoped he would win another BAFTA for Series 3 because he was incredible and he thanked me very kindly. My sisters and Madey introduced themselves to him and he asked if we went to school in Calgary and I told him I used to but now went to school in Boston, and that I was leaving tomorrow. Finally we asked if we could take a photo and of course he kindly obliged. After the photo we thanked him again, told him it was lovely to meet him, and apologized again for interrupting and he said “It’s lovely to meet you all too, and good luck in Boston.”
He could not have been kinder or funnier or more accommodative and it was so incredibly lovely. It’s amazing when you meet someone that you look up to and respect so much and they are even more wonderful than you expect them to be. He didn’t have to stop for us or engage in a lovely, funny conversation with us or take a photo with us or wish me luck with school but he did and for that I am truly forever grateful. He is exactly the type of person who deserves to be boundlessly successful and I know that he will continue to be.