Happy Days

Still sick but manage to drag myself off of the couch to hit up the health food store for healing supplies. Wearing the sweatpants I've worn for the last three days, mismatched socks, uncombed rasta-hair and a puffy vest off I go to Whole Foods. Who can you possibly run into at 10am on a Thursday morning?

I gather my resources: Echinacea w/Vitamin C tincture, B12 Sublingual dots, Oscillococcinum [say that 10 times fast] and some Throat Coat tea. Starbucks is right next door so I figure what the hell, maybe an Americano would be just the pick me up that I need.

As I'm waiting for my custom coffee drink, who walks in but Ron Howard. I wasn't 100% sure it was him until he placed his order--and suddenly all I could hear was Ritchie Cunniham. There I was stirring the Splenda into my coffee literally rubbing elbows w/Opie. I wanted to say something but what could I say? "Er..Mr. Howard, could you sign my Latte?" or "Say Hi to Potsie " or "What's up w/Ralph Mouth?"

I'm sure since he's directed so many films since the Happy Days, if anyone even mentions "Ritchie" at this point, it would probably be insulting. I did love 'A Beautful Mind' but truthfully didn't realize he directed it until I came home and looked it up. [just because i tend to be out of the loop on such things].

So, I said nothing, figuring the guy probably just wants to buy a frappucino without any stupid comments from other customers.