I Think I Just Got "Love-Shacked!"

Yesterday, while I was thrifting on 17th St., I really think I got the once-over by Fred Schneider from the B-52's! I'm pretty sure it was him! I was in one of those overpriced thrift-shops of Manhattan, where the proprietors are able to charge $50 for an old pair of dog-chewed sneakers only because they are in Manhattan, and I realized that the guy wearing grandma cherry-red knit pants over at the cash register checking out kept checking ME out. I was like, ohmygod, that's Fred Schneider. I ohmygodded this because I haven't seen one single celebrity out on the streets of New York since I moved here, I expected to spot many many famous folks, and I just haven't. Anyways, it could have been him. I am totally sure of it because I heard a verbal exchange between him an the lady charging him for his finds. It was an overtly annoying, yet infectiously gay, southern man's voice that only could be his.

"LOVESHACK, BABY!!!!"

I didn't buy anything at that shop.