Ok, so I was standing outside work on my lunch break smoking a caged cigarette, when I was assaulted by a mob of 19-year-old girls.
I don't know about you, but this does not normally happen to me. Actually, this has never happened to me.
Turns out as I'm surrounded by this bouncing sea of (mostly) blonde (mostly) hottness, that it had nothing to do with me. Like any of us didn't see that coming.
Down the block came a flatbed truck. On the back of this truck was U2 in all their glory. It was a publicity stunt for one of the NBC afternoon news-type shows. They were trailed by another truck loaded to the brim with cameramen.
Man. And here I was thinking I had become a celebrity in my sleep. I mean, I spent the morning running interference for Jerry Seinfeld - it could've happened. Maybe.