I've got proof that Indiana Jones shops at Fred Meyer. Look! Look!

OK, so based on this blurry photo, that could be Indy or a cut-out of Orson Welles circa Touch of Evil.

Time for some context: a few months ago I purchased RAZR cell phone with a psuedo-spy camera feature. I now have the ability to covertly snap photos just like James Bond, Ethan Hunt or Kim Possible. This phone is snazzy! It's stealthy! It's, uh, something that may possibly qualify as slick.

That is, if you can call awkwardly holding up a closed cell phone and vaguely pointing it in the right direction while ducking behind a wine display "slick."

I have absolutely no use for this feature but it came in handy while I was at Fred Meyers a few weeks ago. In walked a guy in full-blown Henry "Indiana" Jones Jr. mode. He had a fedora, a worn-out leather jacket and the whole look going. The only thing he was missing was a whip and Kate Capshaw.

You don't see this sort of thing every day so I broke out the camera phone and took a few spy cam shots. As you can tell, they're pretty worthless. If I can't pull off a clear photo in a Fred Meyer, there's no way I could get one while precariously hanging from a wire over a booby-trapped floor.

But I guess it could come in handy again if I ever need any more blurry, 1 megapixel shots of extreme geeks buying large quantities of Country Crock.