Was anyone more emblematic of the glamorous Hollywood life in the 1970s than Warren Beatty? Mr. “Hairspray” was riding high, “Heaven Can Wait” was a huge hit and “Reds” was just around the corner.
But, like most celebrities, Warren had to do the things we all do – pick up his dry cleaning, go shopping, get his teeth cleaned. Turns out his dentist was in the same building where I worked at Rogers & Cowan in Beverly Hills. One night, we were all piling into the elevator down to the parking area when the doors opened and there was WB in the flesh!
The elevator was really full so we assumed he would wait for the next one; but no, he squeezed in right next to me. Then he tried to reach for the elevator button since he was going to a different floor than us working stiffs. But my extremely generous bazooms were in the way. He tried to move his hand forward and sideways a little but hesitated and so I, without even looking at him, said “Which floor” and he smiled and said “P1 please”. I hit the button, still staring down at the floor which he found very amusing. He smiled that killer smile, dipped his head down a little and said “Thank you!” I mumbled something and when the doors opened, he got off and smiled again. I breathed again.
As soon as the doors closed, everyone started screaming and saying “That was Warren Beatty, right? Oh My God!!!”
This encounter taught me two things: one, that Warren Beatty had good manners and a sense of humor; and two, that you never know when you will run into someone famous and it will usually be at the most mundane of spots.
Until next time – hooray for Hollywood!