and then i spot a star, a very small star

a short dark-skinned man, just slightly taller than santa's little helpers, passes before me. his long black curls of hair blow back as he darts by with all the speed of a midget on cocaine.

strange? he looks familiar. wonder where i've seen him? not albuquerque, not fargo, not manitoba..?

he's out the door before i realize, "he's the middle-eastern guy from LOST!!" (aka naveen andrews).

then it hits me, "wait, i don't care!"

i notice this seems to be the response of most everyone else as well. a questioning double-take, then an ambivalent, "oh, that guy!! wait, who cares?"

i'm surprised more by his size, or lack their of, than by his presence.