In other news, I totally saw Jeffrey from The Fresh Prince of Bel Aire in the Santa Monica Staples parking lot.

It was a Sunday, which meant Staples unfortunately closed at 6:00PM instead of after the 6:08PM when Jeffrey, ADG, and I got there. He looked a little miffed, undoubtedly low on Post-It notes on which to write audition times, or which Hollywood starlet orgy was happening where and at what time. He didn’t seem too upset, though… certainly not “I’m Jeffrey from The Fresh Prince of Bel-Aire you motherfuckers! Let me in this instant!” upset. More like “I’m Jeffrey from The Fresh Prince of Bel-Aire and am therefore completely chill… it ain’t like I have to go to work tomorrow.” upset. Which, as far as levels of upset go, is a pretty good place to be.

I kept repeating the same thing to ADG in different inflections:
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I think that’s Jeffrey from The Fresh Prince of Bel Aire!
I think that’s Jeffrey from The Fresh Prince of Bel Aire!
I think that’s Jeffrey from The Fresh Prince of Bel Aire!
I think that’s Jeffrey from The Fresh Prince of Bel Aire!

She had tuned me out about 15 minutes prior to the sighting, though, so there’s not telling if any of that registered.

I waited to see what kind of car he climbed into, thinking that would either support or disprove my theory. It was a black VW Beetle (new style), which began to suggest that I was mistaken until I saw that it had really nice aftermarket wheels on it. “Hmmm, I thought to myself, that seems pretty appropriate. After all, it is just Jeffrey from The Fresh Prince of Bel Aire…”

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