Street Stalkers.

M: OH MY GOD. My friend Lili? Just saw the SHobbit on the street and TOOK HIS PICTURE. She's sending it to me now.

A: NO NO NONOOOOOOOOOOO WAY OOMMMFG.

M: YES. He was sitting at a cafe looking all smug and she WENT UP TO HIM and asked if she could take his picture for her friend! She then called me dying of laughter. I am shaking!

A: OH THAT IS THE BEST THING I HAVE EVER HEARD. LILI IS THE BEST.


M: I AM DEAD.

A: I DIE. It's actually quite a good picture of him?

M: It is, which I hate.

A: I know, honey. Was he friendly to her?

M: She just asked him for the picture and he said okay, then she scurried away before she started laughing.

A: God bless America. And Lili.

M: She says:

"Also, he's much cuter when he smiles! I don't know why he does that with his mouth."

A: He looks less...radiant* when he doesn't smile.

M: I asked if he was pleasant:

"And he was. He was a bit abashed that he was recognized, it seemed. I could be wrong. But he was very nice. Surely he was judging my outfit every second of the encounter, however."

A: How tall is Lili? I think that's important here.

M: 5’2”! So he knew that she can’t help him reach the tippy top shelves.

A: Heh.

M: However, Lili reads as at least 5’6”. It’s uncanny.

A: Well, I'm sure standing next to him made her feel like Florence Welch.

M: Haaaaaaaaaaaaaa.

M: Can we challenge our New York readers to send us SHobbit pictures all summer long? CAN WE?

A: Y'ALL. DO THIS PLEASE.

*Instead of telling me I looked tired, a male co-worker chose instead to say, "You look...less radiant." NOT ACTUALLY BETTER.