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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...