This morning as I was minding my own business trying to nap while standing up and waiting for the Smith-9th bound G train, I noticed a young lass standing next to me. I almost said "hello" because in my bleary-eyed state, I mistakenly thought I knew her from, you know, real life.
But NO. It was, in fact, none other than cat-throwing, project-runway-losing, tug-boat-living Kenley ("almost Penley") Collins. In all her be-flowered-headband'd glory. She looked exactly as you might expect. Now, I of course kept it cool, lest she grab me and hurl me at some unsuspecting passer-by for giving her the side-eye (ed. note: I HATED Kenely on PR and I have a creepy feeling she could tell).
We sat on the downtown G in the same car for quite sometime. At the Hoyt-Schermerhorn stop, I got off, preparing to transfer to the A/C to get into Manhattan/my job. For those non-NY-ers, there's nothing else at the H-S stop, except the A/C transfer. I expected Kenley to transfer to the A/C like everyone else on the G, but no, she exited the station.
Why oh why would a women employed in the fashion industry (...I assume) exit in downtown Brooklyn?? The only time I have ever exited that station is to go to the ... BROOKLYN COURTHOUSE. Suddenly I realized that must be what she was doing at 8 am on Tuesday morning. I decided then and there that I was witnessing celebrity justice in its best form!
It turns out that I WAS RIGHT.
This now ranks above getting cut off by Britney and K-Fed in a sports car on Sepulveda as my most exciting celebrity experience.
How come I don't remember the Britney and K-Fed story??
ReplyDeleteAlso, does this mean she lives by you if you were waiting on the same G train platform??