Celebrity Sighting

There I was, enjoying some moments of silence and sweat on the elliptical at my local gym when my eyes happened to wander up from the machine's computer (I generally keep my eyes down or on the TV, you know, to avoid eye contact with anyone I might know).

And there he was.

Captain Jean-Luc Picard. (There. I've done it. My Trekky nerdom is out there for the entire world to read. And I don't care. Because this was Captain Jean-Luc Picard.)

I got all sorts of giddy excited. Captain Picard, of the USS Enterprise, eight feet in front of me, casually talking with some trainer by the stationary bikes.

I tried to stay cool. You know, avoid looking at him for long lengths of time. But I couldn't help it. For the full five minutes that he stayed there shooting the breeze with this other unknown man, I stared at him from the perch of my elliptical.

I almost went up to say something, but then I thought better of exposing myself.

And it's probably a good thing too.

As he turned to leave, I saw that his bald head was not quite as round in the back as Picard's, so I had my doubts as he descended the staircase.

And I realized, this, likely, Picard-look-alike probably fled the scene because some crazy mother was sitting at there dissecting him with her stare as he tried to work out an exercise regime.

P.S. Do you notice I don't say the actor's name? It's because I don't know it. My baby sister, Katie, would know. She's here, visiting me. But I think it adds to the grandeur of the blog post to keep his name at my reference point. I know him as nothing else.