The DU Lounge

I walked past a construction site, and one of the guards said, "Hey, you look just like Jack Nicholson!"

I turned around and used my hands to push my hair back over my scalp and said, "Yeah, I get that a lot. It's my Jack Nicholson hairline."

A few steps later, I turned around and said, "Actually, I really am Jack Nicholson."

As I walk down the sidewalk, the guy's yelling after me: "What? No!! Wait a minute!" I just kept walking.

On edit: We were living as a gang of loosely affiliated guys from our Western New York hometown. One of us was a bit tall with long straight red-blond hair. We had other friends at school in Alabama. A few went over to visit them.

The red-blond haired guy - women kept coming up and asking if he was Greg Allman. He played it cagey and said, "We're here kind of undercover, just visiting friends. We don't want a lot of attention." That made it even worse. Of course, he enjoyed the attention, as did the down-stream guys too.