Ahem. Anyway. We were at the grocery store.
I came around an aisle, ran into someone who was a dead ringer for--somebody--couldn't place it for a minute--someone famous, wasn't it?--and then it clicked. I scurried back down the aisle and found James.
"James! Mad King Denethor shops here!"
James gave me a look, roamed casually over in that direction, and said "Whoa."
The guy was a dead ringer. Oh, maybe a bit younger--early forties, say, back when he was merely Somewhat Eccentric King Denethor*--but still, it was uncanny.
We went on shopping. After a few minutes, James leaned over and said "Don't look now, but I think the King is stalking us."
I glanced back. Probably a coincidence. There are only so many patterns for cruising the grocery store, after all. Still, we finished our shopping quickly. Some people, it doesn't pay to antagonize.
Edit: Said to James "I just ripped on southern barbecue in my blog. The lynch mob should be here shortly."
"AAAGGHH!" James flailed madly from the kitchen. "What are you DOING? We have to LIVE in this town!"
Have pity on him. Take me, southern barbecue lovers! The man is innocent! He was an unwitting pawn! I'll go quietly.
*Yes, I know, Royal Steward. He'll always be Mad King Denethor to me.