Page Six printed this little gem this morning. It was the equivalent of getting an extra sugar cube in my tea. God, I hope it’s true:
Miley Cyrus is famous, but there are still some people out there who’ve never heard of “Hannah Montana.” When Cyrus and a friend came into the Pop Burger on East 58th Street and ordered, the counter manager asked for her name to mark the order. She snapped back, “Are you serious? You don’t recognize me? I’m Miley Cyrus.” The counterman still had no clue who she was, ran her credit card with her name on it and shrugged, “That’s nice for you. Here is your order. Have a good day.”
I know, I know … I like Miley now that I’ve learned that she hates the Twilight hype, but can you imagine being 17 — yesterday was Miley’s birthday which means 364 more days before I can unleash my full-strength venom — and being astounded that the burger clerk doesn’t recognize you? I must, must, must meet this cashier! He needs his own line of jeans or a television series or something. Get this man a book deal!
There’s no doubt in my mind that this actually happened, but isn’t Miley a little short in the tooth for all this “Don’t You Know Who I Am?”-ing? She really needs to save this behavior for a little bit later in life … like, post-rehab and pre-Playboy spread.