During my college years, I was often told that I looked like someone else. A friend back home in Louisiana, some actress I'd never heard of, someone's sister, Janeane Garafolo, and once, my dentist said I looked like Madonna. That was weird. Even my brother once walked up to a girl in Chick-fil-a thinking she was me.
All these memories brought back by a trip to Wal-mart. The check-out girl there today said I looked like her cousin Ashley in Kentucky. Apparently Ashley even wears her hair short like I do.