Wishing On a Lightning Bolt

And I’m sitting down while she’s still waiting for her drink. Next to her, there’s this guy in a grey T-shirt and jeans with a notebook stuffed in his back pocket, tan shoes, little bit of scruff like he hadn’t shaved that morning, and big, dark sunglasses. He looks a little grumpy maybe, like he doesn’t really want to be awake, and he’s on the phone.

From the side, he doesn’t really look like…anything. But then he turns my way and my jaw falls open. So I grab Katie, my sister for those of you who don’t know, and say, “Is that the guy from ‘Pushing Daises’? Lee Pace, right?”

And she says, “You mean he just looks like him or it’s actually him?”

I told her to look for herself.

When she turns back to me, she’s freaking out.

And then the coffee guy said, “Lee” and he went up and took the coffee. So. We saw Lee Pace, stood next to Lee Pace, breathed the same air as Lee Pace—it’s been a really, really good day.