DeziGal

So I’m in the ladies room and in walks Ellen Page, the Oscar and Golden-Globe nominated actress of last year’s hit Juno. She wore shiny basketball shorts and a worn-out hoodie that covered most of her face, but looked undeniably beautiful. We both proceeded, not together of course, to the stalls. There I was, peeing next to a real Hollywood prodigy on a regular workday. We came out at the same time, and looked at each other for a split second. In that instant, I had to decide which card to play – I am a fan, I know who you are but brush shoulders with your type regularly so will just ignore you, or I’m brown, foreign and don’t know you. I picked the last one. Somehow, I felt she wanted me to. So we continued to dry our hands in silence, while quietly acknowledging each other’s presence. She fixed her hoodie so it would cover more of her face, I ruffled my locks for some much needed bounce. She held the door, I said “thanks” and that was it. How cool!

Back to my desk and the chickpea salad.