"I saw Lana Del Rey at an event in Los Angeles yesterday. I told her how cool it was to meet her in person, but I didn’t want to be a douche and bother her and put her on the Worst Dressed List or anything.
She said, “Oh, like you’re doing now?”
I was taken aback, and all I could say was “Huh?” but she kept cutting me off and going “huh? huh? huh?” and closing her hand shut in front of my face. I walked away and continued to encounter celebs, and I heard her chuckle as I walked off. When I came to leave the event I saw her trying to walk out the doors with like fifteen Worst Dressed Lists in her hands without paying.
The girl at the counter was very nice about it and professional, and was like “M'am, you need to pay for those first.” At first she kept pretending to be dead and not hear her, but eventually turned back around and brought them to the counter.
When she took one of the lists and started scanning it multiple times, she stopped her and told her to scan them each individually “to prevent any intergalactic infetterence,” and then turned around and twirled on the spot. I don’t even think that’s a word. After she scanned each list and put them on a blog and started to say the price, she kept interrupting her by moaning really loudly."