A case of mistaken identity

As I was shivering in the wind while filling my gas tank up in Louisville this afternoon, the fellow in the pickup truck on the other side of the pump called me over. "You look just like . . . like . . . aw, man, I can't think of her name right now! The lady from Alaska."

"Sarah Palin?" I asked.

"Yeah, that's it! You look just like her. Anybody ever tell you that before?"

I twisted up my hair real quick, gave him a wink, and said, "You betcha!"