The woman who first thought I was Robert Fulghum (remember "Everything I Need to Know I Learned in Kindergarten"?), because I have a beard & glasses.
Then, upon quizzing me and learning my vocation is with a religious institution, began telling me, uninvited, all about her particular religion, one which I find little commonality with (I'm trying to say this very nicely).
I ended up putting on my headsets and nodding my head to an imaginary rythm--the cd player wasn't on...
JP