Grocery Store: Super Fancy!
Why: It was lunchtime and I went with a co-worker!
Who: Read on!
How: So, it was lunchtime at my new school, Shangri-La Elementary, and one of my new friends and fellow Second Grade Teacher wanted to go to Super Fancy Market (not it's real name, but hey, if they wanted a plug they could buy a damn Google ad) to grab lunch, and she asked me to go along.
Well, we get there, and as soon as we enter the store, I see this old guy, pushing his grocery cart and I remarked to my friend, "Hey! From the back that guy looks exactly like an old Mark Harmon!"
Imagine my surprise as we checked out, and the old guy at the next register locked eyes with me, and it actually was Mark Harmon. And he knew what I was thinking!
Sorry, Mark! Honestly, he looks really good, for being as horribly old as he is...Okay, he's only 61, but that's old in Hollywood, and he's married to Pam Dawber, which has got to age you.
"What do you mean, old? I use a hot oil treatment on the back of my head daily to make sure my cranium maintains a youthful and supple appearance. Hmph! Damn kids..."
So. There you have it. If you come to Los Angeles and want to see the stars, just ask and I'll be happy to take you to Super Fancy Market in Shangri-La Adjacent, sometime in the middle of the day, because that's apparently when all the old (yet still handsome) actors do their shopping for the week.
10 comments:
A Gelson's somewhere, I assume.
That is awesome! I'll have to pass this along to a friend of mine who adores him. (She lives in Texas.) She will do handsprings when she finds out you saw him.
That's our WoC...eyes on the stars!
(But watch your step.)
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Just watched NCIS and I still think that's a really bad haircut.But maybe it's thinning and that's the best way to disguise it.
Just saying.
Suezboo
I never recognize television figures when they appear on the street in normal pursuits, and usually have to be apprised of it by somebody I'm with. Even then I resist, saying no, it isn't-- oh, wait, maybe it is.
I finally realized it's because
subconsciously, I cannot accept their existence outside of the television box.
I did have a memorable, if irritating, encounter on the Paramount lot once, when I was stuck in line behind Tony Shaloub at the Watertower Deli.
He spent like five minutes debating himself, out loud, over what sandwich he wanted, and finally I realized: Oh dear God he's still in his OCD detective Monk character, and sure enough, I had to wait another five minutes as he discussed the provenance of the various condiments with the countergirl, before finally scuttling off, wiping his hands with a few napkins.
It's a jungle out there!
I had such a crush on Pam Dawber back in the day.. (sigh)
Meh.
I grew up surrounded by Myrna Loy, Walt Frazier, and any number of rich and famous celebrities. Nothing fazes me anymore. Even Mark Harmon
Now Pam Dawber might make me fumble for words, momentarily...
Not only do you date yourself with that comment, Carl, you *repeat* yourself... *sigh*
Okay, kids, time to pass the hat again, but not for ME for once, it's to send Carl to the Ancient Part-Time Actors' Home, where they'll put him out in the sunshine and rotate him hourly to prevent pain-in-the-ass-sores... heh heh heh...
Can't wait to tell the F.U. about your having shared recycled air wif Mark Harmon, Mary --- she is in HEAT for Leroy Jethro Gibbs! (Oops, sorry, didn't mean to put that picture into anyone's head... no, really, I DID *NOT*!!!)
And yes, despite having signed the lease (but still no takers for moving help, the bastids!), I'm still stuck UP HERE in West Redneckistan, long story, will elucidate you all at another time. And no, nothing bad for me personally, other than exhaustion, pain, aggravation, homicidal tendencies, y'know, the usual... But ohhhh, the karmic wheel is FINALLY starting to turn otherwise... not what *I* specifically wanted, but I'll take it at wholesale! (tenting fingers a'la Mister Burns) "Bwuaaaahaahaahaahaaaa...!"
LOVE Y'ALL!
--Annti
Donna Reed lived in my hometown, her kids went to our school. (She had a tv show then.) The first time I went to see "It's a Wonderful Life," years later, I said to my date, "That's Donna Reed, I knew her." My date said, "No, you didn't," and that was the end of that romance.
Also, Commander Whitehead, the man with the magnificent beard in those Van Heusen shirt ads in the 50's, had a daughter in my school. I remember seeing him at school plays. I wished my dad was that distinguished-looking.
Growing up near NYC in the 50's was more probably like Hollywood than it is now. Edward Albee in the grocery store. Jonathan Winters at the bookstore. Joan Rivers driving up to the gas pump. Just another face from teevee.
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