I've been confused for many people and many things in my 43 years. I'm
frequently approached by people speaking Spanish, believing that I can
help them while we're enqueued or otherwise confounded by the public
sector. Sadly, the only thing I know how to say is Yo tengo uno
lapis amarillo (I have a yellow pencil), which doesn't help when you're
at the division of motor vehicles. I've been mistaken for Art Licht, one
of our ace storage evangelists and architects, and each time I've
resisted accepting additional sales goals on his behalf.
An incident in the hotel pool from last week has me swearing off the Mike & Ikes for good. As I was playing football with my son, a woman on the side of the pool kept looking over at me, and finally asked me "Are you on the Sopranos?" I know that water refracts light, and fish always seem bigger when they're still in the water, but being confused for Steve Schirrapa, AKA Bobby Bacala, was not flattering. It's an early warning sign that I'm almost big enough to have a measurable gravitational field.
Pluto may no longer be a planet, but I'm on my way to taking over that 9th spot.