Days when L.A. is fun.

So I stopped at Starbucks on Ventura on the way home from work tonight (the one just West of Laurel Canyon for those who know the area). It's been way too hot today so I wanted a Vanilla Frapp before getting home.

Anyway, as I was leaving I noticed a guy walking a really cute black and white boxer. I was focused on the dog, so I didn't really pay attention to the guy. That was until I heard the women (probably in their late 20s) next to me talking about the guy.

W1: "Wait. I totally know who he is, but what's his name."
W2: "Yeah. He was on that one cop show way back when."
W3: *blank stare*
Me whispering: "Richard Grieco."
W2: "That's right!"
W3: *blank stare*
W1: "You know, the one who wished he was Johnny Depp."
Me: *sporfle Frapp*

Days when L.A. is fun.

So I stopped at Starbucks on Ventura on the way home from work tonight (the one just West of Laurel Canyon for those who know the area). It's been way too hot today so I wanted a Vanilla Frapp before getting home.

Anyway, as I was leaving I noticed a guy walking a really cute black and white boxer. I was focused on the dog, so I didn't really pay attention to the guy. That was until I heard the women (probably in their late 20s) next to me talking about the guy.

W1: "Wait. I totally know who he is, but what's his name."
W2: "Yeah. He was on that one cop show way back when."
W3: *blank stare*
Me whispering: "Richard Grieco."
W2: "That's right!"
W3: *blank stare*
W1: "You know, the one who wished he was Johnny Depp."
Me: *sporfle Frapp*