Benedict Cumberbatch Was Nice To Someone!

Oh great, another example of Benedict Cumberbatch’s TREACHERY. Apparently, a fan ran into him in an ice cream shop and he was NICE TO HER. Cruel devil. Will nothing stop this horrible monster? Here is the horrifying tale told in the victim’s own words:

I met Benedict Cumberbatch today at an ice cream shop in New Orleans.

I’m visiting from New Mexico for a conference, and a friend of mine lives here and took me out to the place today. We were sitting maybe five minutes and I look up see him walking in.

I freaked out. On the inside. And stared like a freak. Benedict Cumberbatch just walked into the ice cream shop.

Him and his friend ordered ice cream, and because people are asking he got some sort of coffee flavour I believe but not 100% sure in a waffle cone, and then proceeded to sit at the table next to us.

Freaking out.

Anyway I was trying to explain to the other girls I was with, one had no idea and the other had heard of him, and I was dying. I didn’t want to be that annoying person, so I waited until they were finished to approach him.

If you don’t think you can stomach the HORROR of what happens next, then please shut down your computer and throw it in the bathtub because things are about to get UPSETTING. Stay safe out there. As for the rest of you, strap on your butts because here we go!

He gets up to walk out and I get up too and say “Excuse me sir” and he turns and looks at me and I say “I don’t mean to be a bother, but I’m a huge fan of yours”

And he breaks out into this huge grin and kinda looks at the floor and says “thank you!” and I’m clutching my phone and I say “I’m sorry, but could I get a picture with you?” and he says “of course!” and we go outside.

Because I’m freaking out I start blabbing and I said “I’m sorry I’m not from here I’m just very excited to meet you.” and he laughs and says “I’m not from here either!” (I died).

He asks where I’m from and I say “Las Cruces, New Mexico.” and he stops and thinks and asks “where again?” and I say “Las Cruces, New Mexico” and he repeats it and nods slowly.

He turns to his friend and asks if he would take a picture, and his friend said “sure no problem!” Benedict comes next to me and PUTS HIS ARM AROUND ME and I put my arm around him and felt his back and I died again.

His friend took the picture and said “I think I got it!” and Benedict said to me “pull it up, make sure it’s a good one!” so I do and we all 3 look at it, me still freaking out that he’s 3 inches from me, and he says “it’s a great one!” and I died.

He then asked why I’m in New Orleans and I explained that I was here for a volunteering conference to help clean up the city. He turns and looks at me and says “I’ve seen thousands of you guys everywhere!” he asks when I’m leaving and I say “tomorrow.”

He starts slowly walking away as I say “thank you so much!” and then I just blurted out “We’re all waiting!” and he stops walking and laughs and says “you know I do other things! But we are going to start filming in January and I believe it’ll be out next fall!”

He waves, says to have a safe trip home, and walks away, and I walk back into the store, a world completely oblivious to everything that happened.

HE WAVES, SAYS TO HAVE A SAFE TRIP HOME, AND WALKS AWAY. I wouldn’t be surprised if Mitt Romney uses the VILLAINY of Benedict Cumberbatch to turn the tide in this year’s presidential race. If Obama’s unwilling or unable to do something about this CRETIN then perhaps it is time we elected someone who was. (Tumblr via Celebitchy.)