He was lucky to get ahead of the hectic mob but poor Robert couldn't run much further! His whole body ached from exhaustion. He could barely catch a breath. He had just crisscrossed the city trying to loose his pursuers.
Putting his face to his palm, he jerked to a stopped in a narrow alleyway near a chain of stores. Panting heavily, he tried to conjure up some place to hide. But the sound of the chaotic mob came closer and closer. If Robert didn't move fast they would soon catch him and shred him to pieces.
Robert saw a blue trash can near the end of the alley. He sighed with relief. He climbed in and shut the lid hoping the mob would pass by without noticing. Boy, was it smelly in there!
"McDreamy! McDreamy!," they trumpeted, stampeding near Robert's path. The mob was Grey's Anatomy fans! It started when Robert decided to take the bus to work. At the bus stop, a teenage girl with purple hair and pigtails pointed to Robert and yelled, "look, everyone, its Patrick Dempsey!" Then he found himself surrounded by a small group of girls jumping up and down and screaming "We love you McDreamy! You're the best!" They began to squeeze him and pull his hair. Alarmed, he broke free and ran! The number of crazy fan girls chasing him grew from 2 to 4 from 4 to ten from ten to fifty. "McDreamy! McDreamy!" they hollered, "sign your autograph, give me a lock of your hair, let me touch you! You are the hottest man alive!"
If the mob caught him, they would probably pull his hair, his clothing and probably even his arms off as crazy fan girl souvenirs! He'd never escape!
They approached the end of the alley opposite to Robert's trash can. Robert's heart fluttered. The fan girls looked around. "Where is he?" asked one of them. The crowd decided he must have been far ahead of them. Robert sighed with relief when he heard them run further down the street. They eventually dispersed without hope of finding their McDreamy. After he was sure they were gone, the humiliated man snatched his phone from his pocket.
"Giselle, you'll never believe this…please come pick me up!"
"It was horrible! There was one on a bicycle! Mad as a rodeo bull! I ran through a crowd to slow her down! What if they know where I live?"
"Don't panic, Robert!" replied Giselle, driving down Maple Street.
"Honey, do you think I look like that doctor from Grey's Anatomy?" asked Robert now sitting in the shotgun with a blanket over his face.
"Honestly Robert, you look exactly like him! But, its kind of neat you look like the clone of one of the hottest men alive! Don't you think" Giselle smiled in a dreamy sort of way, she was in love with the black haired doctor too. Robert rolled his eyes. Then suddenly aware of the upcoming red light Giselle jerked the car to a halting stop. Robert fell forward and hit his head on the radio.
"Oww! Giselle, don't slam on the brakes like that!" Robert cried, rubbing his forehead under the blanket. He put his seatbelt on. Giselle was only recently getting the hang of driving.
The light turned green.
"I might have to change my appearance! How am I supposed to go out in public? How am I supposed to go to work?"
"Why didn't you tell them you weren't McDreamy?"
"There was so many of them, they would have mobbed me before I could have said anything! Oh man, I may have to dye my hair blonde!"
"…Or red!" Giselle suggested.
The car jerked again. A car had cut in front of them and almost hit them. Giselle rolled down the window in fury. "Hey! Watch where you're going you stupid $#%#$^#^%$#!" She laid on the horn. Turning to Robert, she giggled. "Ha! Ha! I'm a real New Yorker now!"