True Story
April 29th, 2007
In the Phoenix airport. On a layover, nearing the end of a long, exhausting day of planes, trains and automobiles.
I decide to treat myself to frozen yogurt, and approach the TCBY counter. The man working there looks up at me with surprise and then something bordering recognition. I smile.
“Oh, hello!”
“Hi. Can I please have a small vanilla chocolate swirl?”
“Of course.” He starts to turn away, then pauses and looks at me again. “So, are you in town to shoot a film?”
“Excuse me?”
“Here, in Phoenix. Are you making a new movie?”
“Um, no. I’m not…”
“It’s okay. It’s cool. I know who you are.” He winks conspiratorially.
“Actually, I’m pretty sure you don’t.”
He puts my yogurt into a cup, then a spoon, and hands it to me. He’s smiling the whole time, pleased to be in on the secret of my identity, which is now a mystery to even me.
I pay. And put some change in the tip cup. Smile again.
“Thanks so much.”
“You too. Travel safe, and good luck with your next movie!”
He thinks you’re Julia Roberts. Frankly, I think you’re Julia Roberts.
I used that pickup line on Rosario, too.
Man, that would never happen to me! You’re such a freaking model! I can’t believe you didn’t ask who he thought you were. [wink, wink]
I know who he thinks you are…
I think he thought you were Julia Roberts too.
“Today I served frozen yogurt to THE Pretty Woman.”
That’s what he’s gonna be telling his friends. Six months down the road it will turn into “I made out with her” and another six months “Those new twins are actually mine.”
You just made the TCBY guy’s life. Lucky man.
He TOTALLY thought you were Julia Roberts…
Not Julia… but starts with a J… D Roll knows who… So does Jess…
Jennifer Garner. All the flights are showing Catch and Release (well, at least all the flights I’ve been on in the past couple of weeks). Jess is much more charismatic.