Saturday, January 19, 2008

Stalked by the Stars

You know that email that went around "You know you're from LA if,..."? One of the items went something like "that person who looks like a star probably is." Well, I was in Vons today picking up some bread, milk, and soup. As I was checking out the mini cakes, I noticed some guy in a flannel shirt checking me out. I glanced up and he looked me right in the eyes. I mean, none of that "oh I got caught; let me pretend I was looking at something else" action--right in the eyes. I smiled nervously and walked over to the bread. I chose my bread and turned to move on to the soup aisle, and there he was again. He looked away. I saw him again in the soup aisle. Then the frozen food aisle. Oh my God, This man is stalking me. This disheveled man in jeans, a flannel shirt, faded checkered Vans, with a cart full of wine is stalking me! Help!!

Wait. He seems familiar. Have we met before? Did he work at Tower or the theatre? Is he one of the German's friends? No. He's Sam Rockwell and we just happened to be shopping at Vons at the same time of day. As for the eye contact, I can only imagine that my extreme beauty rendered him temporarily paralyzed and he couldn't look away.

1 comment:

Funky Muffins said...

No Shit! His Zaphod Beeblebrox was hilarity. It's my favorite part of Hitchhikers.

Of course, I don't know my celebs, so I had to look him up on IMDB. Who I pictured initially ended up being Sam Waterston.