Dinner
Went to dinner with my parents last night at a nearby Turkish resturant. I've been to this resturant many times before and enjoyed both their food and service, but last thing things were oddly different.

Upon entering the resturant, a bearded man, in his 40s or 50s, approached me. "Excuse me, but are you Mozart?" he queried with a rich European accent. The man took it well when I confessed that I was not Mozart, and he went back to ordering from the take-away bar. It never occured to me before that I may look like a great composer, although my uncle has been asked many times if he was John Lennon.

My parents, Jacinta, and myself sat at a table in the corner. We talked a little about the menu when I heard someone calling my name. "Excuse me? Paul?" An old collegue of mine from my Computer Science days was sitting on the table next to me. "Didn't you just submit a couple of patches to GnuCash?" Oh dear, my toying with accounting programs is starting to have influences on the real world. Should I be worried?