"Some people without brains do an awful lot of talking, don't they?"

- Scarecrow in The Wizard of Oz

So the other pre-transit strike day, I went shopping with Leyna and we met up with her sister at Cafeteria to grab us some good foods to eat after our long spree.

Leyna and I arrived first, sat down to order. Vernie (her sister) comes in a few minutes later. We chat a bit, and order.

Then who should walk in but Johnny Knoxville? And the oddest thing was that I was the first one to notice. If you know me at all, you know that I'm pretty oblivious to my surroundings.

It was pretty surreal. I calmly told Leyna and her sister. We had a mini freak out.

They were seated at the table next to ours. They had the strangest seating arrangement: Johnny & wife at one table complete with requisite sunglasses which never left their faces, and their kid, her nanny?, and another couple with them at another table.

I thought it was pretty hilarious how much he wanted to be noticed. Exhibit A: sunglasses on indoors. Exhibit B: Johnny got up to "use the bathroom"/make a circuit around the restaurant to get noticed.

Their waiter was so excited he practically wet himself.

All in all, pretty weird and awkward, because everytime I faced Vernie, I faced him, so I felt like he would think I was looking at him. BUT I WASN'T! I tell you, star spotting is more stressful than it seems.

I'm back in New York.

It is GLORIOUS.

Period.

Guys, check it out! My tale of harassment has made it on HollabackNYC accompanied by an illustration by yours truly.

The Hollaback girls were so nice and e-mailed me after I posted about their site. Keep checking them out! These guys need to be shamed so that they don't harass girls anymore, and the only way to do that is if there's a large public reading the Hollaback site.

HollabackNYC!