Somebody made my day--perhaps my year--yesterday.
A young, blonde, beautiful bank teller asked me, “Did anyone ever tell you that you look like Tom Hanks?”
This is the first time anyone ever told me I looked like someone who others may actually consider handsome.
Now, when I related this story to Mrs. Jerry K (aka The Hen), I was met with a fusillade of guffaws. I milked the teller’s remark for all it was worth, as husbands will do. Now, two days later, she refers to the teller as “some blonde bitch.”
I just respond by explaining how this teller not only had perfect eyesight, but was also quite intelligent and perceptive.
I have actually been told before that I look like someone else. For example, students have told me I look like Jon, Garfield’s owner in the comic strip. Then again, those students were on crack.
Usually, I will get compared to the actor Daniel Stern. In fact, I was once in a video store, and a little boy approached me and asked, “Were you in ‘Home Alone’?”
“No,” I replied, “I just look like him.”
I’ll never forget the disappointed look on that little boy’s face. If I had to do it over again, I probably would have lied to him. After all, everyone knows that it's perfectly OK to lie to a kid if it makes him happy. That's why my son thinks I wrote "Harry Potter."
The funny thing is, all these people are mistaken, because I think I really look an awful lot like Brad Pitt.