I'm so behind in posts, but I had to hurry and get this one out while I still think it's funny.  If I wait too long, my annoying altar ego will realize my sense of humor is off kilter and prevent this from ever making it onto the web.

Yesterday I had a brush with fame.  If it can be considered a brush that I was just seven floors away from the three judges of American Idol and Ryan Seacrest.  And because I've been on every elevator on that building at one time or another, and there is no circulation in any of them (i.e. old man cologne and cigarette smoke linger in the same portal for about three weeks at a time) it's pretty safe to say that we've probably breathed the same air.

I didn't actually bother to go downstairs and see any of the celebrities, nor did I try to find out why exactly they were there, but a couple of my half-crazed coworkers did.  That's where this picture comes from.  Please notice the food stain on Simon's shirt.  It's hard to miss because I circled it in red.  You may think that there is just something wrong with the picture or camera, but I assure you that the stain shows up in three subsequent pictures.

               

Here's what I think happened.  After a hard morning of smiling and posing for the constant camera snaps, Simon decided to go and grab a burger at the Carl's Jr. a block away.  He may have also gone to the hot dog stand on the corner, but I'm placing my bets with Carl's Jr. because even their advertisements illustrate that they use too much sauce on whatever they make.  After one particularly juicy bite, he looked down and was horrified to see he had a ketchup mustard mix blob on his shirt.  After going to the restroom to try and blotch it out with water (which never works completely), he made his way back to work, cursing himself the entire time for trying to change things up by wearing a gray shirt instead of his signature black one.  Of course he was bombarded by a hoard of screaming fans with cameras when he got back, and I'm sure he was busy convincing himself that the spot wasn't too obvious and would never show up in pictures.

That's what I imagine because that's exactly how it would have happened with me...minus the screaming fans with cameras.  I'm not sure why I take such pleasure in others' misfortunes, but maybe it just makes me feel better to see famous, rich people succumb to the occasional bad luck that us regular folk deal with in our every day lives.  Or maybe it's just funny to see Simon with an after-lunch stain on his shirt.