You'll Never Work in This Town Again - Part 2

I told DH my toddler play group stalking story and he said "Oh, yeah, that guy was there last week (when he brought LO)." He apparently chatted the guy up in daddy solidarity since they were the only men in the place.  DH said he felt like he knew the guy from somewhere but couldn't remember where.  In other words, he thought they'd met before.  DH is really bad at star sightings.  One night he swore left right and center that Natalie Portman was at a table near us in a restaurant.  After much not-so-covert head turning by everyone at our table, it turned out to be a 7-year-old girl with her grandmother.  Needless to say, DH had no idea who big time TV guy was when he was chatting him up.  So one day when we bump into him at, say, the farmer's market in our neighborhood, he'll see us, the stalker couple with the obnoxious, cow-snatching little girl who thinks he's her daddy, and run the other way.  I'll be sure to greet him with a loud Texan "Howdy" just for good measure.