Separate Balls of Dough
Since Smallville came out, my younger brother has occasionally been mistaken for the actor who plays Lex Luthor, Michael Rosenbaum. It can be a bit weird, because people, when they are trying to figure out if a person is famous, stare. Or just come right out and ask for an autograph. (It must really suck ass being close to someone visibly well-known. Kind of like always having another person along. “Yep, just me and my brother and Fame, off to the mall!” Which kinda makes me feel sorry for Michael Rosenbaum’s sister, if he’s lucky enough to have one. She must hate walking around with him.) I thought this mistaken identity shit had died off, but Ken was out at lunch yesterday, carrying his newly purchased 10 pack of timbits* (5 honey glazed, 5 sour cream), when a random stepped in alongside. Ken, through the chewing noises, heard a question which he translated to “They come in small now?” So he triumphantly waved his personal-sized cardboard box and said, “Yeah!” The visibly impressed dude said, “Wow, that’s so cool! So you’re just hanging out, enjoying Vancouver then?” At this point Ken realized something was off, the guy was far more excited than a small pack of donut holes warranted, and he reviewed the initial query carefully inside his head for key words. Then it hit him. “Sorry, did you just ask me if I was from Smallville?” The guy nodded. “Oh…no,” Ken said, “I’m not. Sorry. I thought you were asking about the timbits.”
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* Both timbits and my brother were “introduced” in 1976**. Coincidence? I think not.
** 1976 “was a leap year started on Thursday”, and whenever I am asked if it is a leap year*** I just have to ask myself: Is Ken turning a multiple of four?
*** this happens more often than you might think.