I was supposed to meet up with my friend Liz tonight after I saw a movie at the magically pretentious ArcLight, but she wasn’t answering her phone, and I was hungry.
So I drove a few blocks down Sunset to grab a bite at the In-N-Out, and after waiting about 20 minutes for my burger, I sat outside and watched the traffic on Sunset as I ate.
But running across my line of vision was the drive-thru exit. Every time someone left the drive-thru, I was basically staring right at them.
So as I’m wolfing down a pile of fries, a car comes around the corner, exiting. I look up and it’s Martin Landau.
Since I’m staring right at him, he smiles, waves (and I nod back since my hands are full of burger), and continues on his way.
I just kind of sat there for a moment, thinking, what the fuck?
It was cool, but really, really weird at the same time. Although looking at his IMDb page, it’s nice to know that you can eat In-N-Out at least once in a while and make it to 73.
And it’s strange, since Liz never called me back, I might as well have gone either home or to the In-N-Out near me in Culver City. Weird how that happens.