He will henceforth be referred to as Shia. Not because we’re on first name basis already, but because spelling Shia’s last name is a chore.

Anyways, after building my Pinterest scorecard to chart all my cooking goodness, I decided I’d had it with cooking for the… decade… so Jeremy agreed to meet me at CPK where we had a giftcard. I walked there, because public transportation is expensive, and as I was crossing the crosswalk, I encountered a bearded, long-haired, excessively grungy Shia. He clearly was doing his darndest not to be noticed… But I consider myself a celebrity expert (tried and failed to spell efficianado. Any help? I’ve never read it, only heard it), so there was no way he could get past me so cavalierly.

“That was Shia!” I told the people next to me on the crosswalk only I said his full name but I just don’t want to spell it again. But I still wasn’t sure, because I was surprised that  he was so short. I didn’t get a picture, obviously that would be rude when he so clearly didn’t want it, but I looked back, and he had heard me and shot me a brief wink.

Still, I thought, maybe this dude gets told that he looks like Shia a lot so maybe he’s an average citizen just rolling with it. But no, I googled on my almost-out-of-battery phone, and in its dying breath it told me that Shia was 5’9″ and I was convinced. So of course I had to brag to my server at CPK, and I said “Guess which celebrity I just saw!”

And she was like, “Lemme guess, Shia? He came in here for lunch today and drinks last night. He stays in the hotel around the corner.”

So even though she stole my thunder, she also confirmed that I had, in fact, seen Shia LaBeouf.

He looked kinda like this except his hair was down.