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Waiter, there's a fly in my Frappucino
While waiting for Brandie at the Starbucks branch on New Montgomery Street, I noticed that the guy three seats away from me was getting a lot of attention. I was busy writing/ranting in my journal and ever now and again, someone would approach the man and talk to him. Since that branch of Starbucks was near the Academy of Art, I though he was some professor and his students were bugging him for an extension of some deadline. Then some Japanese kids approached the curly-haired, bespectacled gentleman and had their picture taken with him. I thought, "Gee, he must be a popular teacher."
As I continued to write my journal entry, he pulled out his cellphone and made a call. With his deep, professor-like voice, he said, "Hi, this is Jeff Goldblum." And he proceed to ask directions on how to find a particular antique shop.
I stopped writing and thought to myself, "Why does that name sound so familiar? Isn't he some Hollywood producer? Maybe that's why he's getting so much attention."
He finally stood up to leave and I finally took a look at him. "OH MY GOD! IT'S JEFF GOLDBLUM!!!" (Of course, I didn't say that out-loud but did fall off my seat.)
AAAAARRRRGGHH!!! JEFF GOLDBLUM!!!
THE FLY!
Dr. IAN MALCOM!
How stupid of me!
And that was my brush with greatness for the day.
Will hang-out there again and hope Sharon Stone will come in and order some Caffe Latte.
AAAAARRRRGGHH!!! JEFF GOLDBLUM!!!
Waiter, there's a fly in my Frappucino
While waiting for Brandie at the Starbucks branch on New Montgomery Street, I noticed that the guy three seats away from me was getting a lot of attention. I was busy writing/ranting in my journal and ever now and again, someone would approach the man and talk to him. Since that branch of Starbucks was near the Academy of Art, I though he was some professor and his students were bugging him for an extension of some deadline. Then some Japanese kids approached the curly-haired, bespectacled gentleman and had their picture taken with him. I thought, "Gee, he must be a popular teacher."
As I continued to write my journal entry, he pulled out his cellphone and made a call. With his deep, professor-like voice, he said, "Hi, this is Jeff Goldblum." And he proceed to ask directions on how to find a particular antique shop.
I stopped writing and thought to myself, "Why does that name sound so familiar? Isn't he some Hollywood producer? Maybe that's why he's getting so much attention."
He finally stood up to leave and I finally took a look at him. "OH MY GOD! IT'S JEFF GOLDBLUM!!!" (Of course, I didn't say that out-loud but did fall off my seat.)
AAAAARRRRGGHH!!! JEFF GOLDBLUM!!!
THE FLY!
Dr. IAN MALCOM!
How stupid of me!
And that was my brush with greatness for the day.
Will hang-out there again and hope Sharon Stone will come in and order some Caffe Latte.
AAAAARRRRGGHH!!! JEFF GOLDBLUM!!!