Yeah, I hear you. Another quick one. I used to go to New Haven, CT every Saturday for a 4 year period. A friend and I would always go and usually get someone else to tag along (often my older brother or another mutual friend). We would order pizza at Sally's on Worchester Street in New Haven (they opened at 5:00 but we would enter in the back and put in a pickup order for when they opened...coal fired oven.....best pizza I've ever had). We would then go and eat lunch at Clair's Cornucopia and then head to the YMCA to sit in the steam room for 2 hours (it had a cold water hose so you could rinse yourself off and lower your body temperature so you could remain in the room). Anyway, on our way to Claire's one day as we passed a place called Thomas Sweet's (the first to do ice cream blend'ins and all kinds of fabulous chocolates) Jodi Foster and 2 of her friends come out of the door right in front of us. They had ice creams and were laughing (I think they had smoked a left handed cigarette, got the munchies, and went to the sweet shop). My friend reached out to grab her. I got between him and Jodi (I'm linebacker sized) and he bounced off my chest.
"Hey, that's Jodi Foster" he says.
"Yeah, and she doesn't want to talk to you" I replied.
The 3rd person with us, our friend Steve, just started cracking up.
