true story

so, i was walking down MLK just now, coming home from the coffee shop where i spend my morning work time, when an older gentleman carrying a tiny guitar stopped me.

"excuse me," he said.

i assumed i was going to be asked the time, and started fishing around in my pocket for my "watch" (cell phone).

"aren't you robert de niro's little sister?" he asked.

well, no. (indeed, on a quick google search, de niro appears to be an only child.)

my actual answer: "not today."