I Kid You Not...

This really happened. Today, after taking a spin class and throwing some weights around at the gym, I stopped in at Togos to get a sandwich. I wanted to read over the first half of the Pandemic mini-series I've been working on in order to get in the mood to write the second half. I like to read in public places because, as a writer, it's good to get out of the house as often as possible.

Anyway, the guy who's making my sandwich says, "Hey, anybody tell you that you look just like Mickey G.?" Nobody has. I didn't know who this Mickey G. was but the kid seemed to think it was a big deal so I just went along with the flow. But he said it two more times, like he couldn't get over it. So, finally, I just had to admit that I had no clue whatsoever who Mickey G. was. My bad.

The guy did a double-take and said, "Oh, man, sorry about that. No offense." Now I'm really confused because not only do I not know who the person I'm supposed to look like actually is, but I have no idea why the sandwich maker feels bad he even brought it up. I press him and he finally admits, "He's an adult film star."

Wow! I look just like a porn star. I hasten to add that at the time this comparison was made, I was fully clothed. Granted, had it occured in the locker room at the gym, it might be an even better story.

Do I look exactly like Mickey G.? Well, I'll leave that for you to decide.

See if you can tell us apart without looking at any body parts except noses, eyes and ears.

Maybe to this guy who made the sandwich all white guys with goatees look alike. Whatever it was, he wasn't putting me on. Insane.

I haven't had a chance to see any of Mickey G.'s work yet but I'm thinking I should go back to Togos tomorrow and sign an autograph.