I’d heard (or possibly saw) that Anne of Green Gables — or was it Megan Follows? — had been on a bus that I sometimes take, which seemed odd for many reasons. Somehow I knew she wanted a keychain figure of herself (the actor? or the character?), which I had or could get so I took the bus in hopes of “running into” her.
I worked up the nerve to talk to her and mid-conversation remembered I’d left my purse behind on a seat. When I looked, it was gone. This surprised me.
Next I found myself in a filthy beauty parlor where a rat was nosing around on the floor.
I had no money and no phone and no way to contact my parents to pick me up, where ever I was. Panicked, the rare and interesting encounter (with an actor? or a fictional character?) took a back seat to the terror of being stranded.