You, the Owen Wilson FanClub President, are daydreaming about Owen one day while sitting alone in a Starbucks and reading a US Weekly. Sipping a decaf moca latte cappuccino with added foam, you absent mindedly note a scruffy looking individual with a blue fishermans hat stride into the store.
Several minutes later, you look up from the US Weekly magizine you have been pouring over, and notice that the scruffy man is now sitting alone, across the shop and pouring over a packet of papers. Something about his demeanor is familiar, but his hat is concealing his face. You are about to focus back on your magizine when he suddenly looks up at something on the wall, and you catch a glimpse of his face.
It's Owen! Owen Wilson! The man of your dreams is sitting twenty feet away from you! You drop the magizine on the table in front of you and ubruptly stand up. This may be your only chance to ever see him, let alone to have him all to yourself, so DO SOMETHING, QUICK! |
