A couple of weeks ago, I was at work when my co-worker goes, “Oh look, it’s Arnold Schwarzenegger.”
The calmness in his voice made me think it was making a joke or something, but when I looked out the window there were about six men with The Ahnold as he walked past the salon in a nice suit. Shortly thereafter, three SUVs with what appeared to be security guards were following right behind. I’m not positive, but I’m sure he was there to bust all the California residents who fail parking meters so they don’t have to pay (it’s a massive problem, apparently).
That same day around the same time I noticed a guy riding a gigantic bicycle. It was huge. I don’t know how he was even able to get on it, except the guy was tall and lanky as well. He was wearing shades and a newsboy cap and he was bald. I just thought he was trying to be retro, but it turns out it was Rupaul.
“Oh hey, it’s Ru!” Carlos said.
“What?”
“RuPaul? Have you heard of her?”
Um, yes.
Kirbie Johnson 