I Saw a Famous Person

In the midst of a stultifying day of jury duty (which entailed sitting around various rooms and being lined up by number and saying "here" and moving to other rooms) I had a most excellent Blogger Sighting.

I dorked out hardcore when I saw the lovely Emily attempting to eat lunch while a shameless groupie fawned shrilly (maybe I wasn't that shrill) (okay, so I probably was). She was, I am happy to report, very gracious in the face of a squee-ing blog fan. But how could I do otherwise? She who inspires my more inspired fashion choices was right there, people. What, was I supposed to act all nonchalant? And not drop my bagel on the floor in my attempt to bow and scrape?

God. It's like you expect me to comport myself with some modicum of dignity or somethin'. Well, let me tell ya, sister, it ain't happening. A grown woman who wets her pants with joy over a Trader Joe's cashier with a fake nametag reading "Bananaphone" is not the place to look.

Go on about  your business.

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[Sarah]

hehehe