As I was walking through the parking lot of the Walgreen's, I noticed a maroon car parked at an odd angle in the handicapped space by the door. Looking up, I saw Mr. and Mrs. Hollywood, Mrs. H in her Pucci-print jumpsuit and short some-kind-of-animal-fur jacket gallantly being escorted into the passenger side door by Mr.H. The passenger side mirror still dangled limply by wires, hanging on for dear life it seems through the months.
As I walk past the car, I look up and over to Mr. Hollywood, natty with a sharp new haircut, and I smile at him. He smiles back warmly, and I go into the Walgreen's, still smiling.
I think he recognized me!