The most awesome thing ever

So yesterday I was forced to meet a friend at Starbucks to consume some overpriced and burnt coffee.

So I get my tall in a grande cup and I’m all set to pay my $2.50 or whatever.

The gaysian behind the counter just stares at me as I hand him my five.

Like STARES at me.Then he leans forward, and, whispering conspiratorially, we have this conversation:

Gaysian: (nearly inaudible) Oh. My. God. Are you Ricki Lake?
Me: What?
Gaysian: (confidently) You are! You are Ricki Lake! Oh my God, you’re Ricki Lake!Me: No, I’m not. I’m, uh, I’m not Ricki Lake.Gaysian: (cocks his head to the side, as if to say “it’s our little secret, I know you”)
Me: Seriously, I’m not. Sorry.
Gaysian: Oh. Oh. Well you look like her.
Me: Oh. Um, ok.

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand scene.

I didn’t say thank you because I didn’t know if he thought Ricki Lake was still fat-style a la Hairspray, chubby-style a la The Ricki Lake show, or hot bod-style a la now.

Also, isn’t she like, 40? Because I’m 24 and look 16. I don’t really think I look like her, but…Should I be flattered?