Who Ya Gonna Call?

Hollywood

Dear Worker Man exiting an apartment building on the corner of Laurel and Fountain Avenues,

You were clothed in an industrial grade gray jumpsuit with what appeared to be a vacuum cleaner strapped to your back; the sight of you left me feeling quite confident that I just saw a real live ghostbuster.

I Ain't Afraid of No Ghosts!

Foiled

Hollywood

Dear Guy in Workout Gear standing on the corner of Sunset and Cahuenga Boulevards,

For a second I thought you were playing a harmonica, which I found intriguing and kind of cool; turns out you were just eating a foil wrapped power bar with both hands, which then made me think you kind of looked like a squirrel.

Aww Nuts!

Let You Call Me Sweetheart

Hollywood

Dear Trader Joe's Employee with a voice smooth as whiskey,

Normally I do not take kindly to strangers using terms of endearment while addressing me; you, however, are hereby allowed to call me "sweetheart" and/or "darling" as often as you would like.

Rico Suave!

Wheels Up

Hollywood

Dear Motorcycle Rider dressed all in black with a full hemet that prevented me from having the slightest idea of what you looked like,

When you "popped a wheelie" down the middle of Vine Street,  the 7 year old boy inside me wanted to ask..."Are you a ninja?"


Kawasaki!

Need for Speed

Hollywood

Dear Girl on the Orange Vespa,

I already thought you were cool by the mere fact that your vespa was orange, your helmet had racing stripes, and your bright kelly green blazer was an awesome fit and contrast; I hoped to gain further insight as we trudged alongside each other through rush hour on Sunset Boulevard, but you and your scooter moved much faster than expected!  Score one for the ladies.

You Rock!

Mr. Manners

Hollywood

Dear Drunk Guy standing outside of Gelson's holding a handwritten sign that read "Irac War Please Help",

As I walked into the market, your greeting of "Look at you... you're an executive!" made me laugh.  As I walked out, your follow up line of "There she is... my nurse!" also garnered a chuckle.  As I walked away, your next line of "Mmmmmm... Do you know what I could do to you" gave me the serious creeps, but the fact that you quickly followed it up with "WITH you... things I could do WITH you!" somehow left me smiling.  You drunk gentleman you.

Redemption!

Ladies Love Outlaws

Hollywood

Dear Long(ish) Haired Bearded Guy, wearing faded bell bottoms, worn out flat boots, leather belt, fitted concert tee, big sunglasses and a smile, while crossing Hollywood Boulevard during lunch hour,

Thank you for bringing back the 1970's outlaw country vibe; I'm just sorry it only lasted the span of a traffic light.

That's the Spirit!

Bike Girl 2

Hollywood

Dear Girl Riding a Bike on Fountain Avenue near Vine Street wearing a striped tee, overalls, oxfords, awesome sunglasses and perfectly bright lipstick,

I'm pretty sure I have seen you before; I have yet to see another girl riding a bike around this city that looks as chic as you.

PS - I *heart* overalls

So Sad

Hollywood

Dear woman crying while driving East on Fountain Avenue,

My heart broke for you.

Chin up!

Aisle 8

Hollywood


Dear Vons,

Thanks for being the kind of grocery store where I see celebrities that look just like they do on TV, but with sunglasses on so I don't recognize them... wink.

I see you!

Got Milk?

Hollywood

Dear Trader Joe's employee stocking milk from the back of the cooler while singing along with "I Can't Go For That (No Can Do)" by Hall & Oats,

Thank you for simultaneously scaring me and pleasing me all at the same time.

Rock on!

Bike Girl

Hollywood

Dear Girl Riding a Bike on Fountain Avenue wearing baggy denim shorts, wide belt, loose tank-top and awesome sunglasses,

Thank you for looking exactly like someone The Satorialist would take a picture of, you almost made me want to learn how to ride a bike.

Keep On Rockin' It Baby!

Construction Ahead

East Hollywood

Dear Construction Worker on Sunset Boulevard,

Thank you for being so intent.  I appreciate the way you marched, with purpose, into the middle of the road waving your stop sign.  Your stride was perfectly in sync with the song playing on my radio, it was like having a ten second, real life, movie play out right in front of my eyes.

Beautiful.