This afternoon at the store I was setting up a display of system boxes in the front window. The boxes should be stacked one atop the other, but I like artistic flourishes with pyramids and spirals, so as I worked on putting together a PlayStation display the front door opened and a guy walked in.
I stopped what I was doing, greeted him, asked him how he was.
He stopped, looked at me, and began to stammer.
To make a lengthy sentence short, apparently I resemble someone who wrestled in the ECW. So he said.
I didn’t know how to respond.
At one time people thought I looked a lot like Dave Matthews. Now, I look like a wrestler. Joy.