When I Met Chuck Norris


My father took me to see Chuck Norris in 1988. When you’re a divorced father and Chuck Norris is at the local mall, it’s considered ‘something to do with the kids’ when a local celebrity comes to town.

I remember that day very clearly. I was both indifferent and curious, like most thirteen-year-old girls feel about everything. I was also conflicted about the event because Chuck Norris was a celebrity, which was kind of cool; however, he was a minor celebrity and this was well before Walker Texas Ranger.

I had all sorts of deep thoughts about going to the mall:

  • Should I tell my friends at school about seeing Chuck Norris?
  • Would they make fun of me?
  • Would there be any cute boys?
  • Am I pretty?
  • Would I ever have a husband?
  • How long am I going to have these stupid braces?
  • Would I be rich, someday?


We stood in line for several hours and it was an unremarkable event. Chuck Norris seemed small. My feet hurt. I was surrounded by people who liked karate and jujitsu. My brother was fidgety and I’m pretty sure he pretended to hit me with imaginary nun-chucks.

It was a long day, and I looked around at the people in line and decided that I was not — nor would I ever be — a fan of Chuck Norris.

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I was wise beyond my years.

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