Anchorage recently entered the 20th century by getting our own Target store. Since I’m home for the holidays, and since there’s a bit more Xmas shopping to do, and since I hadn’t seen the new store, the Wife, the Offspring and I headed down there last night to browse, look around, and generally pretend that the temperature outside wasn’t in the single digits.
So there I was, examining the hair-care products, struggling to remember what Barely Awake in Frog Pajamas had recommended for my conditioner. Something about cherry bark. And was it weevils? And that’s when I had my celebrity encounter.
Yup – Sarah Palin walked by. She was looking for a curling iron, towards which my wife helpfully directed her at the end of the aisle. She was with her daughter, Piper, and the only reason I know this is because Mrs. Palin addressed her by name as the two of them conferred over a possible hair-styling implement purchase. I honestly don’t know the names of her kids. There’s Piper and Bristol, right? And Pax? And Apple?
She was being tailed by one security guard, which seemed kind of odd to me – as if Target were offering some sort of token respect. After all, I don’t think she’s in danger of being assassinated (at least not here in her home state,) and if she were, I doubt that one underpaid mall cop would have been much help against a determined Al-Qaeda operative with a high-powered rifle and a grudge.
Anyway, that’s it. Nothing else to report. Later, as we browsed through the shoe section, I expressed a desire to go hurl some loafers at the governor, but luckily my wife nipped that idea in the bud. No telling what sort of fallout that might have incurred. She was being tailed by a security guy, after all.
December 22nd, 2008 at 5:55 pm
See, had I been in your situation, I can imagine the desire to make some bratty remark would have been overpowering. The next thing you know, I’d be locked away somewhere where hair conditioner, with or without weevils, would be the furthest thing from my mind.
December 24th, 2008 at 7:52 am
I hope the Sarah-sighting didn’t ruin your trip home. Have a wonderful holiday and enjoy your family.
December 24th, 2008 at 10:14 am
BAiFP: I had a smart remark, “Read any good newspapers lately?” on the tip of my tongue, but I wisely kept my mouth shut.
December 24th, 2008 at 10:15 am
Pinhole: I would have rather seen a rabid bear-mauling, but it’s all right. Merry Christmas to you as well.
December 26th, 2008 at 3:36 pm
When it comes to show flinging, it’s all fun and games until someone gets a stiletto heel in the eye. Glad to see you didn’t have to deal with that.
Merry Christmas.
December 27th, 2008 at 9:37 am
I hate to interrupt your holiday,again, but you’ve been given an Honest Scrap Award…here.
HAHAHAHAHA! I mean HOHOHOHOHO!
December 27th, 2008 at 11:35 am
Obviously the security guard was following her about because it looked like she was going to steal some hair products. So if you had followed your (perfectly reasonable) urge to hurl shoes at her, it probably would’ve been interpreted as a desire to stop theft.
Opportunity wasted, fella!
December 29th, 2008 at 4:33 pm
Brent: You know what they say: it’s all fun and games until someone loses an eye - then it’s hilarious.
Merry Xmas (a little late) to you as well.
December 29th, 2008 at 4:33 pm
Pinhole: I must spend some time figuring out how to thank you properly.
December 29th, 2008 at 4:34 pm
Chris: Wasted opportunity is the story of my life. With any (bad) luck, I’ll run into her again.
December 29th, 2008 at 5:30 pm
You should have a list of potential baby names at the ready should you run into her again - see if you can dupe these hillbillies into naming a child Knapsack or Bouillon Cube.
And Pinhole, I second Wolf’s sentiments.