It happened again. One day this week I was in an elevator at work and a young lady asked, "Are you George R. R. Martin?" I politely said no but I need to work on my list of snappy comebacks for whenever this happens in the future:
1. Yes. You wanna buy me lunch?
2. Yes. My Greek fisherman's cap is being dry-cleaned.
3. No, I'm his younger, better-looking brother. You wanna buy me lunch?
4. No, I'm H.R. Pufnstuf.
5. Yes. Who's your favorite character? Dead, Season 7, episode one. Who's your next favorite? Dead, Season 7, episode two.
6. No. You wanna buy me lunch?