Shari and I are sitting at the bar chatting with a man we haven't seen in quite some time, when I notice the telltale signs in his eyes. A stranger is approaching.
The woman stands between us, her attention on the man. "Is your name Tony?"
"Excuse me?"
"Sorry. I thought you were someone I knew. Tony."
"No." He shakes his head with a smile. "Not Tony."
She disappears.
"I get that all the time," the man tells us.
"I'm surprised more people don't mistake you for someone they used to hang out with at a bar," I say.
"Oh, I get that, too."
I ponder what it's like to walk into a bar where everybody should know your name, but doesn't...and then Shari went to dance with the star.
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Kind of like George Hamilton...and Zorro?
Ha....way to throw people off track.
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