During the late 80’s, I worked in the suit department at a high-end department store in Los Angeles. Not too suprisingly, celebrities would come through every so often, but I have a particular, vivid memory of Harrison Ford. Now we had a whole lot of suits in pretty much every normal style you can imagine, and I knew a whole lot about them. Single-vent, double-vent, wide and narrow lapels, high and low rise, single pleats and double pleats, and on and on and on. Without even getting into the various types of wools and silks and lining types. Pretty much any kind of non-goofy suit you can imagine.

It was fairly early in the day and the department was empty except for me. From my vantage point, I could see the store entrance, and here comes Harrison Ford banging open the glass door and walking very, very fast straight towards me. I mean crazy fast, like he was speed-walking. He races in, looking straight ahead, and stops about eighteen inches from my face. He was pretty tall, taller than me anyway, and he just stared at me, like a deep stare straight into my eyes. Honestly, I was intimidated, and that doesn’t happen a lot. I started to ask “How can I h…”, then he cut me off.

“Is this all the suits you have?”

“Uhhh, yes? Is there…”

Before I can finish, he turned around and speed-walked straight out of the store the same way he came. And that’s my Harrison Ford story.