Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie hit up a suburban grocery store with two of their kids Saturday afternoon, a Stop & Shop employee tells Usmagazine.com.
“They were here for 30 minutes and left,” Monira Ahmed, who works in customer service, tells Us of the pair — who are staying on New York’s Long Island while she films thriller Salt.
“They were very friendly,” continues Ahmed of the couple, who were joined by Zahara, 4, and Shiloh, 2. “They gave autographs and allowed people to take pictures of them inside…very nice.”
Jolie was dressed down and “looked ordinary — not too much makeup. They were simple and humble.”
Pitt — who donned a newsboy cap — pushed the cart while Jolie followed behind them as they shopped in the produce, fish and meat sections, Ahmed says.
Earlier this week, Diane Kruger — who costars in Inglourious Basterds — called the Jolie-Pitts “such a sweet family!”
Despite having six kids, Pitt always “seemed pretty fired up!” Kruger added. Jolie “was lovely — very positive energy. She’s beautiful!”
To be Brad Pitt is to know the bowels of hotels: the hidden mazes of back entrances, subterranean passages and service elevators daily trudged by housekeepers and room service waiters—and sometimes traveled by a VIP guest who needs secret conveyance to his suite. Thirty minutes before Pitt is scheduled to arrive at the Roosevelt Hotel in Hollywood on a Friday afternoon in December, his private security detail is scouting a route through the basement and issuing brisk instructions to hotel staff. In an earlier era, the mood of tense anticipation would have suggested the arrival of a political candidate, or perhaps a kingpin in illicit commodities, but today’s advance preparations are just for a 45-year-old actor, albeit one whose fame calls for an impervious security bubble to thwart overeager fans and aggressive photographers. Intensifying the situation is the fact that, a few days earlier, Pitt said on television that he “hates” the paparazzi—an arguably gratuitous comment, since, who didn’t already know that? “Now,” he announces when he blows through the door of the 12th-floor suite, motorcycle helmet in hand and aviator glasses still on his face, “they’re out for me.”