A somewhat elderly (and it appears most likely senile) woman was behind me in line for a salad at the grocery store (Westside at 110th & Broadway, natch). As I finished my salad order, she asked if I was related to Justin Timberlake, because we look "strikingly alike" and have "similar speech patterns." Those are in quotations because they are direct quotes.

I wasn't sure if she was joking or, umm, joking, so I just laughed uncomfortably and swiftly walked towards the cash register.

I'm still trying to figure out how I should feel about this encounter.

Currently eating: my favorite Westside salad, 'The Summer Farmer' - baby spinach leaves, blue cheese, apples, strawberries, blueberries, carrots, dried cranberries, walnuts, balsamic vinaigrette dressing