More weirdness

[featherynscale]

So to take a break from the sheer unreasonableness at the office, I walk down the street to the little burger-and-fries cafe that I lunch at a lot. The owner and I chat a bit, then she says to me, "Does your brother come in here?".

I say, "No."

She replies, "Well, then you could pass for your brother."

I say, "That's a neat trick, because I don't have one."

So either I sometimes seem to be a male-type person when I come in, or there's some other poor bastard in Northtown who looks like me. I'd like to believe that it's the former, because it spares the other hypothetical poor bastard some pain, but I know that the best I can do on that score is that when I'm wrapped in 30 pounds of greatkilt, I can pass at 30 feet. So whoever you are, man, I'm sorry.

EDIT: Regrettably, I did not think to ask whether he had a tongue ring.