I was visiting New York City
with my wife
(the real ones). We were going to a chic restaurant
, and for that we took an elevator
from the street. The elevator's cabin was as big as an average bedroom
, and there were about a hundred people in there. I notice a black man
in funny clothes
standing at a corner, looking like he didn't want to be noticed. He's carrying a 2- or 3-year old girl, presumably
his daughter. It's Denzel Washington
. I address him:
Me: Hey, you're Denzel Washington!
Him: No, I'm not.
Me: Come on, who are you trying to fool?
He makes a slightly embarassed smile, tacitly admitting the truth. The elevator arrives at my stop, me and my family leave and I say goodbye to Denzel. On my way out, I turn around and say, "Hey, man, you kick ass!" He smiles again.
I look inside the restaurant. It looks really luxurious, but as the Maître comes to me, I wake up.