out of date celebrities and reluctant icons

Howdy Friends, I know that it's been awhile since any of us have posted with the club, but I'm trying again, so bite it. I have been working at the Barnes and Nobles Starbuck's cafe, and haven't been having that much fun, ergo, I haven't written for a while. But I am now making a genuine effort to post again, regardless of the fun had or not.
The fact is that I live in LA and, as you would expect, there are the occasional celebrity sightings. You become used to it and seeing a celebrity in an un-glamorous situation is not really interesting. Tonight, however, something interesting happened at the cafe. An older gentleman has been coming in every night for the past 3 weeks. He seems in good shape and his hair, which he wears long, and his beard are both white. Every day he comes in and takes a table in the corner, orders "Hot Cinnamon Sunset" tea, puts on some headphones and plays chess for like 6 or 8 hours. Today I asked him if we was winning and he said, "I always win when I play." My reply was something along the lines of, "cool. Who are you, Bobby Fischer?" He flashed an uncomfortable smile and said "can I have my tea please." I replied, "Holy Shit you are Bobby Fischer. Teach me to play." The man smiled again, took his tea, went back to his table and packed it all up and left in a hurry.
I don't think that what I did was too out of line, but then I remembered that Bobby Fischer is crazy. He hates people and celebrity. He is a crazy hermit living out in Pomona, so my approaching him undoubtedly made him uncomfortable. I kinda feel bad about the situation, and I hope he was not scared off permanently, I would like his auto-graph.
Now I know what you are thinking. You're saying too your self, "Now wait a minute, an autograph from an ancient chess master doesn't sound like too much fun. What club is this for?" And the only reply that I have is: if you have been paying attention you would understand that I am of at least two minds about most every aspect of life, and you would understand that, mentally, Bobby Fischer could kick my ass.