I say the guy in front of me at the market was Edward Norton. My husband would like it down for the record that it was absolutely not Edward Norton because he knows these things.

"I know these things," is the sort of thing you say when you've been with someone for fifteen years. The fact you can have a running two-day argument about it also has something to do with those fifteen years. Besides, it was Edward Norton.

Let's review the evidence.

1) The gentleman in question looked exactly freakin' like Edward Norton. You could say case closed here, but we'll go on.

2) He was doing the hat-down-over-the-face, stare-at-my-shoes, please-God-no-one-bother-me thing that's only slightly less obvious than a sandwich board featuring his screen credits.

3) He was casually but very well dressed. The kind of casual and well-made that costs a lot of money, even by L.A. standards.

4) One mile down the road, a movie was being shot. Related? I don't know, but interesting.

But because I am fair, we'll put it to a vote. Here's his evidence:

1) "I know these things. It was not Edward Norton."

2) Edward Norton would not go to the grocery store. (Because apparently the magic people in the moving picture box don't need to eat.)

3) Edward Norton would drive a nicer car. (It was a hybrid. I'm pretty sure Leonardo DiCaprio drives a hybrid. I think I saw it on Oprah.)

There you go. That's the evidence. You decide.

Edward Norton, the man himself, bought fresh cranberries at the Ralph's, yes or no?