Only me

The most exciting thing happened this weekend. I was working at Godiva on Saturday morning when a couple came in with their small boy. The first thing I noticed was how skinny the woman was, and the second was how cute the little boy was. When I looked at the man, something in my head clicked.

This guy looks like Christopher Rendall-Jackson, I thought. I looked at the girl. And she looks like Kaori Ogasawara. It's them! I'm thinking. It's got to be!


TIME OUT Christopher Rendall Jackson and Kaori Ogasawara are two dancers at Pittsburgh Ballet Theatre. I know, only I would recognize them, and get excited about it. TIME IN

Do I say something? No, don't say something, you idiot. They're gonna think you're crazy. So what did I do? I said something. "I'm sorry to do this to you guys but are you dancers with PBT?" They smiled and tried to introduce themselves when I cut in to tell them their own names. "You're Christopher [I pointed]; and you're Kaori!" I'm sure my cheeks were giving me away at this point. I was completely geeking out. "I'm a big fan," I gushed.

They smiled and were happy I knew who they were. They probably don't get recognized as often as The Steelers in Pittsburgh. We talked about ballet for a little, and I asked them if they wanted any chocolate. I sent them home with a chocolate-drizzled banana - half for the little boy, half for them.

Happiest moment of my weekend!