Almost Famous

Being only mildly famous means lots of confused looks. When I am recognized, it usually happens at the most inopportune times — a TSA line, right before an invasive medical procedure, at my grandmother’s funeral reception — but most of the time, people just stare. If someone is looking at me for a long period of time, I never think they’re checking me out, just that they saw my face on a DVD case at Blockbuster fifteen years ago and are trying to place it.

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