Lookalike

The other night, I went to the movies with a friend. This theater was one of those cheap theaters, but because tickets are generally three dollars and never less than a dollar fifty, it cannot be characterized as a dollar theater. It's cheap, and it's rundown, but it serves well as a repository of movies that are no longer especially lucrative but have a way to go before they reach video. I had a good time at the movie, but imagine that an encounter I had will prove to be more interesting in the long run than the alien invasion movie we saw.

I went inside and bought a hotdog for a dollar, but no drinks, because everything else there is as expensive as it would be at a regular theater. I was standing there with the hotdog looking for where to buy a ticket when a middle-aged lady, apparently of Latino (if that's the proper thing to say) descent, approached me. She said that I looked familiar, and I replied that I do live nearby. She said that wasn't it, and that I looked like someone she knew but couldn't identify.

I started thinking of celebrities, although I guess it never really sounded like that's what she meant. If it was someone she knew, I though, it must be a friend or someone at work. As I founded out when she found me again a few minutes later, I reminded her of "Uncle Jessie". Though I lacked his black hair (and I assume his complexion), I evidently had everything else from his moustache to his teeth. I could only think to say "Well, isn't that something"?

What is a person to make of that? Considering how unhappy I am that the most common association people make with my looks is a porn actor from the 1970s, I ought to be terribly grateful for anything else, whether it's something else I hear all the time that isn't incredibly flattering or something unfathomable like this. I guess it's nice to make someone happy in a positive way with the way you look. After all, isn't that what models do? I guess I'm like a model now.