I was waiting in the lobby of my office building, waiting for the elevator after riding into the office one cold Florida morning, when a complete stranger walked up to me and asked if I really rode my bike into work that morning. My nose is red, my eyes are watering, I’m wearing tights, bicycling gloves and a helmet, and oh yeah… I’m holding a bicycle.
“Why yes I did. I am not an illusion.”
“Ah… I’m sorry. I thought you were someone else.”
Boy did I feel bad.