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Last night we couldn't get to the valet parking stand outside of Mozza because there were paparazzi all over the place. Naturally I jumped out of the car and joined them.
Jerry Seinfeld was waiting for his car and good-naturedly chatting with the paps about how long some of them have been around. So I joined in the conversation.
Me: You're my very first street paparazzi-ing. May I take your picture? (He poses for me)
Me: I'm brand new at this
Jerry: Yeah, I can tell by your "professional" equipment (gestures at my Rebel XT)
Me: Oh, my flip flash? You don't like my flip flash?
Mrs. Seinfeld: Also by your original approach
Me: Yeah, I guess I'm kind of bad at it...
(to Jerry) maybe if you punched me in the face
Jerry: That would be a terrible, terrible thing
Me: But it would give me instant street cred
A handler/manager/something: Alright, alright, that's enough...
