The cab pulls up outside the hotel. I struggle out, trying to grab my overnight bag and coat in one hand while typing furiously on my blackberry with the other.
A storm of flashes go off, I'm mildly disconcerted. My fellow traveller bounds out and smiles, waving his hand. It takes a few seconds for the gathered paparazzi to realize we're not who they were expecting. The cameras go down accompanied by some very French sighing..
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4 comments:
Did this really happen?
you are a fool to think that some brown skinned asian women is mistaken for Julia Roberts!!! Get real
Gee, morons reely ARE anonymous.
a short burst of vreativity and you are gone again.
hope you will come out of your hibernation sometime soon.It was great reading you.
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