I’ve lived in Los Angeles for a long time.
You see celebrities all the time in this town and in my line of work I meet them every day. So it isn’t very often that a star sighting gets me excited.
On Saturday my girlfriend and I were driving through Beverly Hills when we came to a four-way stop. I arrived at the intersection a split second before a big black Mercedes, and after completing my California Stop, proceeded through the intersection. I saw the Mercedes moving forward slightly and was thinking that the driver looked familiar, when suddenly, Meagan screams:
"Don’t crash into Sidney Poitier!"
And sure enough, looking at me sternly through his windshield as I drove through, was Mr. Tibbs.
Now that was cool.
He probably didn’t think so.