This morning we were standing on the traffic island in Manhattan waiting to cross the street and drink out morning coffee. An old guy with wispy long white hair and a three day growth rode past us on a scooter traveling the wrong way up Broadway avenue. He was wearing old jeans, sandals and a baggy red basketball t-shirt, and his face was brown and deeply creased with wrinkles. As he passed us he looked me in the eye and loudly exclaimed “show business people are all miserable bastards.” he paused for effect and then finished with “Have a nice day”.
I am not sure if he mistook me for Brad Pitt, or if he just had a bad meeting with his agent.