No one. How have I missed the GIANT hand above Madame Tussauds wax museum all these years?? It’s a big freaking hand. It reminds me of the time I went to Staten Island to see one of the detectives I was writing about. It came out that I hadn’t noticed something about the barber shop we were in. So he started asking me questions about the other people inside, and the decor, etc. I couldn’t remember anything about the inside of the place. Not a thing. It was like I was never even in there. Elvis could have been getting his haircut and I wouldn’t have noticed.
I would make a terrible witness. Whatever or whoever has my attention is the only thing that exists for me, apparently. I was interviewing him and I was oblivious to everything else. But come on, how did I miss this giant hand??