As I pay for my Starbucks chocolate creme frappuccino, I notice the young male cashier looking at me intently.
"I'm gonna say something to you," he says, smiling.
"You know who you look like, right?"
"No, who?" I reply, racking my brain for redheaded celebrities. Does he think I look like Amy Adams? Julianne Moore would be awesome. The only comparison I've ever gotten is "that girl from Orange County." This is so exciting!
"Kathy Griffin," he says triumphantly.
I stare at him. Probably sensing my lack of enthusiasm, he quickly adds, "That's a compliment! She's... really funny!"