I don’t normally wave at, bother, approach, or photograph celebrities, no matter if they are A list or Z list. But today, as I drove down Willoughby, I passed by comedian Jeffrey Ross talking on his phone. I felt a bit bored, a bit sassafras, so I put on the craziest face I could and waved manically at him until he was almost forced to wave back. (Did I sense reluctance, M. Ross?) It reminds me of the time I yelled “Borat!” at a guy who looked like Borat and he almost fell off of his bike.