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Famous...or not
So, imagine this: You're sitting in your backyard, in middle-America, and you hear a noise. You look up. The Sexiest Man in the Universe hops over your privacy fence and runs across your yard. After a few seconds, about seven or eight paparazzi hop the fence and follow him. Now, that's something you just don't see everyday in Oklahoma.
As the commotion continues and dogs start barking, you can hear the chase going all through your neighbors yards. Finally, it quiets down again, and you look back at the magazine you were reading--the celebrity magazine showing the cover picture of the Sexiest Man in the Universe.
After a bit, you hear a noise, and Mr. Sexiest Man hops the fence-again! You realize he's probably only eluding paparazzi, but part of you hopes he came around to see you just one more time. You nod at the open door to the lawn mower shed. He ducks inside. The paparazzi hop the fence again, but you tell them their prey has eluded them. With disgust, they walk down your driveway and leave.
So, with wry amusement, you walk across your own backyard to your lawnmower shed, where the Sexiest Man in the Universe happens to be hiding.
Even if this was the movies, meet-cutes don't get any better than this. ** Author's note: I uploaded v2.0 which fixes the typos. Thanks for your help.