Some of you know that I live in the kind of town that made the term “sticks” famous. My home is Woodstock, Virginia, right in the heart of the Shenandoah Valley. It’s a gorgeous slice of heaven-on-earth, but it’s a small slice.

So I’m in Wal-Mart recently. It’s the largest store in town by about 1000% and one of only two grocery stores. I’d heard rumors that James Carville and his wife, Mary Matalin, lived in New Market, another lovely map-dot town the Valley. But I’d not run in to them during my six months here… Until a fateful morning at Wal-Mart.

I see James (should I call him Jim now that we’re peeps?) walking toward me near the front of the store. I stop and in my friendliest voice say, “Hello there, I’d heard you live in the Valley.”

“Snort snort.” He replied with no eye contact. He may have muttered a “how are you” as he looked the other way, but it could have been something else that ends in “you” – I’ll never know.

I did what Ma and Pa taught and stuck out my hand and said, “Well it’s nice to meet you, my name is Jason Wright, I appear on your competition at Fox from time-to-time.” He shook my hand without actually breaking his stare from the display of eyeglass cleaner and mumbled something else I couldn’t have heard even if I had Lassie’s ears.

I’ve been in situations like this before, many more times than I’d care to admit, and I’ve never met a public figure (except James Spader) who appeared less interested in meeting an admirer.

So that begs the question, what media or political figure have you met that left a bad taste in your mouth?