You know I just never thought I would see Morgan Freeman in a Fiesta. But then again I am not completely sure it was him. You know you just never think that there would be another man out there in Houston that looked exactly like him...
After walking in to Fiesta with my grandma, she immediately said " Go and get me a buggy."
*buggy for use means shopping cart.*
So as she walked towards the left to cash her retirement check; I on the other hand when for the right where this tall black man in a Grey suit was walking to put his cart away and pull his grocery out.
I in shock to see Morgan Freeman at a Fiesta just stared.
As he walked close to the exit where I was standing he made this face, a face like my father all ways makes when I first see him stepping out of the car in which he came from the airport; It's a face of surprise, joy and observance all in one kind of face.
After he made that face he just laughed and smiled as if he thought it was funny I realized he was Morgan Freeman and no ever came to ask him any thing, not even stare and that I was the only person how stared.
Which is part of the reason I felt like I was being rude.
I just walked to get a buggy fast and looking up at him as if he where a giant. he just handed me his buggy as as he saw that I was struggling to pull the others apart and walked away merrily out the door.
I looked down thought every thing that just happened over again just to make sure I hadn't been day dreaming and nope I was out a luck it was all real; after that I felt kind of shocked for meeting who I strongly believe was Morgan Freeman at a Fiesta.
