I'm not Conrad

There is this very strange thing that has been happening to me more and more often. Before it was kind of funny, but now I'm starting to really take notice and say to myself, "What the heck is going on?"

Everywhere I go I get mistaken for someone. It started with people saying, "You so remind me of so-and-so, it's not even funny." I would laugh and they would laugh and off we'd go. Then it got more serious and people would really make a big deal of it saying I looked EXACTLY like someone and acted like them too.

Lately it has been people walking up to me with an astonished look in their eyes saying, "STRANGE NAME... I can't beleive it's you!" I then look at them and say, "I'm sorry but I'm not STRANGE NAME. I'm Kayle, you have me mistaken for someone else."

For example, a few weeks ago in Toronto I literally had someone run up to me and try and give me a hug calling me David and saying how wonderful a surprise it was to see me. I looked at them really strange and eventually they realized that they've never met me before ever. Then right after we cleared that up another person ran up to me doing the exact same thing, "DAVID!! I can't believe you're here!!"

Wierd.

Tonight I was in my new favorite place on earth, the Sugar Bowl. I was sitting down with my friend Jon and noticed these two people looking at me really funny. I thought they must be trying to read something behind my head and paid no attention to it. The lady put on her glasses and looked closer and the man waved and me and said, "Conrad? Is that you?"

I looked over my shoulder, noticed there was nobody and said in return, "Are you talking to me?"

"Yes... Conrad?"

Nope. Not Conrad. I'm still Kayle. We laughed a bit and they lady kept looking at me as if I was lying.

Oh yeah, and I got an e-mail today off our MyCanada website saying that they know someone would could pass as my brother.

Figure that one out.

So that is strange and what is stranger is how Bryan and I made Chili today. But we didn't have a can opener because Stef took it to work. So we opened all the cans with a hammer, screwdriver and a set of pliers. It was quite fun in all honesty. We just realized maybe we should have cleaned the tools BEFORE we pounded them into the cans of food. So I just made it really spicey and cooked it for a long time instead.

So with that, Kayle, David, Conrad or whoever I look just like will sign off and bid you all a good morning, evening or afternoon depending on when you are reading this.