The cashier looks apologetic, what're you gonna do?
I scan the magazines in the rack. People. Us. In Touch. Celebrity-something-or-other. A lot of young blond women on the covers, and short-haired young men hugging the blond women. Some are smiling. Some look annoyed. Some display de-cellulited thighs and minimal triangles of cloth across their midriffs. A lot of both the men and the women have curiously perfect chests that are perfectly displayed.
I realize I do not know a single one of these cover people. John and
But still, I am feeling a little bit out of it. I probably should know these people who command such a vast amount of space on the magazine rack. And then it strikes me: I too have had brushes with celebrities. So here, as an exercise in vanity, are the famous people I have met, in no particular order save how I remember them.
Charles de Gaulle (former President of
I'll add more as I remember them, but in the meantime, I have to admit I'm pretty impressed.