On Friday night Amy and I decided to head over to the Burbank Barnes and Noble to do some reading. As we were walking towards the entrance we walked past a Bentley Continental GT that was being parked. I remarked that it was a rich person’s car. Then I saw the driver was a young guy (this is a dark garage at night keep in mind) and said “probably some actor or something.” Amy then asked “do you want to wait and see?” I knew she had no patience for celebrity sightings since several TV shows and movies have been filmed down the street from her house (the wonder years, scenes in Wayne’s World, etc.). Seeing a celebrity to her is about like seeing a Sternwheeler (http://www.mariettaohio.org/calendar/index.php?month=september) to me. So, I said “no, let’s go in.”

After five minutes or so we had settled at the back of the store reading our personalized material. Suddenly a girl ran at top speed by us and through a door in the back. Once she was inside she began screaming to one of her coworkers back there. It had become obvious that she had seen a celebrity. Other girls (and older women as well) were starting to go crazy about it too. Amy asked one of them who it was. Ben Affleck. Ben Affleck had driven down to the City Center, parked in front of us, and then sauntered into the bookstore right behind us. I had to laugh because the atmosphere in the store reminded me of the time that Marty Stuart was spotted in the Parkersburg Wal-Mart. (If you don’t know who Marty Stuart is don’t worry, that is kinda the point)