i know i know you from somewhere but can't put my finger on it.
oh. i get that a lot. i just have one of those faces.
hmm. it's bothering me.
the lady ponder out loud for a few moments but very intent on remembering where she knew me from. after a few minutes and noticing anthony standing next to me. she leans down towards him gets his attention.
young man, do you know why i might know your dad?
ANFER (with absolute confidence and bravado)
because he's awesome.
the lady stood up struck by the child's certain response. after collecting herself a bit, she turned to her daughter, pointed to anthony and said:
now, why don't you ever say that about me?
i was more than a little afraid that anthony was going to answer for the girl, and he was going to say, "maybe because you're not awesome." thankfully he was hyper-focused on what was taking his half-sicilian pizza so long to be done cooking.