Wednesday, I was at Hy-Vee picking up some hamburger for the grill, because anytime it gets above 40 degrees I'm grilling and that's all there is to it. Actually, as long as there isn't snow on the deck, I'll be out there. I even installed a light above my grill so that I can grill at night! You bet.
Anyway, I'm browsing through the cheese aisle, when I see someone who looks exactly like Cliff Glypha. I mean EXACTLY like him. And they live right down the street, so it was entirely feasible for him to be in there. And the stuff in his basket, well, it looked like the kind of stuff Cliff Glypha would buy.
Rather than walk up and say what's up, I decided to mess with him. I walked behind him and started whispering his name. Glypha. No response. Again. No response.
I dropped a plastic jar from four feet above the floor right behind him, thinking it might scare the bejeezus out of him. Well, it did...except it wasn't Cliff Glypha. Just some random dude who looked a lot like him from behind. Try explaining that one to a stranger and not come off looking like the biggest weirdo ever!