This story is 100% true.

The most amusing thing happened to me tonight. I drove out to Wendy's at about 130am to grab a snack. It was freezing outside (like 40 fahrenheit), so I put on my leather jacket. Normally when I go out I wear a hat, but I decided against that as well.

So the line for Wendy's drive through is pretty long. I'm sitting there, listening to "La la" by Ashlee Simpson, when the girl in the car in front of mine gets out (from the passenger side). I'm wondering what this girl is doing in the freezing cold. She runs over to my car carrying a napkin and a pen. She runs over to my side, and I roll down the window.

"Hey," she looks somewhat embarassed, "can I have your autograph?"

I look confused. She continues.

"You're that famous guy! Can I pllleease have your autograph?"

Finally, the shock of absurdity wears off. I reply, "Who do you think I am? I'm not famous."

She looks at me like I'm kidding. I continue.

"No really, I'm not famous. I haven't done anything remotely noteworthy to make me famous!"

This "You're famous and I know it" and "No, really, I'm not famous" banter goes back and forth a few more times. Eventually she persuades me that even though I'm not famous, she still wants my autograph. So I take the pen and napkin... and the pen doesn't work. She finally accepts defeat in not getting my autograph and ends up going back to her car.

So now I'm thinking, who the heck does she have me confused for?! Who is famous, from this area, and would be driving a Ford Taurus?

She was in her friend's car (a red Mazda) with a huge-ass Duke bumper sticker. Do you think she confused me for Doug Kim? Or maybe she confused me with some movie/TV star who got stranded in Chapel Hill driving a '95 Ford Taurus.

Or maybe ... she really knew it was me and wanted my autograph cause I make webpages. HAHAHAHAAHAH. Oh, a boy can dream...