No, it was just a simple affair where two grown men were out and about. I was at the Hollywood and Highland center with some companions, and he was there too for some odd reason. Although, he was wearing a hoodie completely over his head in late May weather (which in Los Angeles - sucks!). I realized it was him, said hello, we exchanged pleasantries and some small chit chat. Nice guy. Then tourists, mostly Japanese tourists, caught on that it was him and were forcing him (this is the best part) to snap photos of which ever tourist was pushy enough and the almighty Q.T. together. Eventually, they were getting really pushy and he called an end to this, and tried to scuttle away. I'll never forget what happened next, because it was ripped directly from one of my favorite film. He was trying to leave, but a determined group of people kept following him and this happened:
[Japanese Tourist C]: I like all your films!
Quentin Tarantino [walking fast]: Yeah, yeah. Thanks.
[Japanese Tourist B]: You're awesome take a picture! I like your films!
Quentin Tarantino [walking faster]: Yeah, yeah - whatever.
[Japanese Tourist C]: I want your picture!
Quentin Tarantino [now trying to really get away]: Man, get the fuck out of my face.
He disappeared into some store, one that was nice enough to give him sanctuary via a back door exit, I gather. I saw him in the complex later and chuckled and waved. He waved back and gave me this look like, "I can't believe that shit, man."
He's in Hollywood all the time and he drives the Pussy Wagon from Kill Bill in real life. One of my friends who was living in the area at the time caught up with him at some club once and he asked if he could take pics of his truck, and Quentin was real cool about it. He's a nice guy if you don't do the whole idol worship shit.
