We knew him from the Paramount lot and he could see right away that we were in a funk.We immediately poured out our heart to him, explaining the pain of our humiliating misfortune.I'm not sure what we were expecting, but John just smiled and said,"Guys, the thing you have to remember is (that) nobody else is paying as much attention to your failures as you are.You're the only ones who are obsessed with the importance of your own life.To everyone else, it's just a blip on the radar screen, so just move on. By the way, are you going to finish that pie?"I found that advice very liberating ― that the only one who my big failure was truly big for was me.So I thanked him and told him how beautiful he looked today, and now when I fail big, I just go out and have a piece of apple pie and I move on.And I always save a little piece for John Travolta. Amazingly, more often than not he shows up to eat it.The next time you go into a restaurant, please don't look at the waitress and say, "Can I get some ketchup?" You're supposed to say,"May I please have some ketchup?" Sorry ― that doesn't count. Just a personal pet peeve of mine.
