I feel a little bit like Michael Corleone in Godfather 3, "Just when I thought I was out... they pull me back in." Here I was, happily blogging away for a few months without even mentioning Jennifer Love Hewitt, and then she has to go and do something like this. I mean come on, who uses a bank machine anymore? It's obvious this is just some sort of publicity stunt to get noticed. Well I noticed you Jennifer Love Hewitt. Does that make you happy?
I would have thought that at a certain level of fame, you wouldn't need to use a bank machine anymore. Shouldn't she have lackeys* or schleps she can send to buy her stuff, or at least get by on credit? Personally, the only time I use a bank machine is for sudden urinary urges on the walk home after a long night of drinking ... and I'm guessing from the look on her face that the guy before her left a little present in the ATM vestibule ...
*Note to Jennifer Love Hewitt: I am available for lackey duty, and you can pay me in bagel-bites and candid photos to sell on e-bay!
Jennifer Love Hewitt needs cash!
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