This morning, I dashed into 711 to snatch up a quick snack, when I spied a counter-person giving me the eye!
Moments later, when I queued up behind other city-dwellers on their way to work, something appeared to suddenly "click" inside her as she gazed starry-eyed my way.
Uh-huh!
The pretty gal figured out who I was!
"May I take your picture," she teased, as I proceeded to turn away.
Golly!
Am I really getting that famous that people spot me so easily wherever I go?
I had just jumped out of bed, was sloppy and unshaven, and looking a frightful mess!
"Not today, Miss," I managed to utter up before I bolted out the door.
I appreciate the fact that the 711 fan asked first, at least, and didn't just shove a camera in my face.
Mr. Manners wouldn't approve of that kind of classless behaviour, after all.
And, how was your day?
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