I really wanted a nibble - it's that five o'clock hump at work. Pretzels and coffee just won't do so I go to the third floor to check out the vending machine for some sort of exotic sugary sweet. I find some sort of banana pancake for $1.25 - seems kind of steep to me, but I don't make a habit of it, so it's all right.
On my way to the vending machine I run into Kevin and he asks if I wanna walk across the street where he's gonna buy a coffee from Starbucks and check his lottery ticket.
I normally don't step foot in Starbucks - I wouldn't think The Man's coffee if they paid me - but I generally make an exception so I can bullshit with Kevin - Kevin of Jimson Weed Gazette fame...
He gets his cup of the coffee that's ruining America (and the planet) while I people watch. Closely shaved men in tight t-shirts with nonsensical "tribal" tattoos... Blah blah... Free samples of "iced" coffee. Right.
We walk around the corner so Kevin can check his lottery ticket in the little scanner thing they got at the magazine stand - I didn't know they had those scanners. I wonder what they do if you won? No one ever wins...
Hey! There's Dustin Hoffman looking at the magazines! Yup. Wearing shorts, sloped over, nose to the ink. I remember hearing somewhere that he's pretty anti-fan, so I try to encourage Kevin to go bug him. Kevin's checking his lotto ticket - I have to hold his extra cup of coffee so he can dig the ticket out of his pocket. Normally I wouldn't touch that plastic cup of overpriced bile, but I make an exception.
"That's Dustin Hoffman there," Kevin leans in and says as he swipes his LOTTO ticket. I assume he didn't win.
"Yup that's him there. Why don't you go bug him? I'm sure he's appreciate it."
Mr. Hoffman is just standing there, unmolested by anyone. Must be a slow tourist day that the Farmer's Market. Perhaps he's there for a meeting at CBS or something. I can't imagine anyone going to the magazine stand in the heat just for the fun of it.
As we walk away Kevin turns back to have another look - maybe he didn't think it was him. I usually never forget a face, so I know it was him.
Another exciting day in the big city.
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That's exactly how it happened, right down to the "nonsensical tattoo."
Except I went back for a 2nd look at DH to confirm his completely non hollywood attire - plaid shirt and cargo shorts.
Word of The Day: "Yiked"
(Its my word verication for this entry.)
"Wow! I've got lots of cemetery photos - all from the 1800's," he yiked.
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