8am, heading to work and walked out the door. Immediately in front of me is Peter Dinklage, pushing a baby in a stroller, walking a huge dog and wearing a scowl. We caught eyes and the look he gave made me wonder just how many people gawk and interrupt him on an average day or recent day or that morning. Our understanding was instantly mutual. He doesn‘t want to talk to anybody, I don’t want to talk to anybody. Besides, it’s too early for that shit.
