Photo courtesy of the author On Friday, my husband and I went to the Wexner Center to see the Todd Oldham exhibit (if you have the time and means, I’d highly recommend seeing it before it closes on April 15). With the café open, we decided to fuel up before embarking on the exhibit. Just as I was about to chose a table, I saw John Waters (yes, that John Waters ), sitting by himself with a shopping bag from the gift shop, with two books (one of R. Crumb, not a shocker there), doing what so many people do these days – staring at his phone. I sat at the closest table and then wondered what to do. Could I approach? Should I? And say what? I not very subtly took out my own phone and snapped a picture of him just as, what I believe was, his assistant joined him. My husband joined me, as I whispered to him about who was at our nearby table. Ultimately I decided that since I couldn’t think