The other day I had an entertaining encounter with another individual in the courthouse. The gentleman came up to me and to paraphrase:
Gentleman: Are you a lawyer?
Me: Yes, I am.
Gentleman: Like George Clooney in that one movie? Mark Clayton?
Me: Michael Clayton. I'm a lawyer, but what he did was different than what I do.
Gentleman: Yeah, and you don't look like him either.
At that point he walked away and I wasn't sure what to say next. I mean, I know I don't look like George Clooney, but was that really necessary? It did put a big smile on my face before I went in to see the judge...