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As we all remember, a friend got tickets for me to see King Lear. They were free - so no complaints - I enjoyed the hell out of the show.
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But...
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Well, the friend who got me the tickets is much younger than I. In fact, I am older than his mother (whom I have meet - wonderful woman). This friend, let's call him "Sam" (because that is his name) got a set of tickets that I picked up. So I had to meet some other people there - whom I did not know.
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I get to BAM, and 2 lovely woman are there and say "Scott!?" I smile and we exchange pleasantries when they sayith thus, "they think we are crazy. WE have walked up to every white-haired man with glasses here and asked if they were Scott. You're hair isn't that white."
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Cut. Me. To. The. (gulp) Quick.
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White-haired man with glasses. Is that how I am to be described now? I thought "asshole" and "acidic wit" was more to the point. But "white hair". WHITE HAIR and glasses. You know who fits that description. Santa Claus without the beard.