Are you Jewish
The Event: While walking to my bus stop, I saw two lost-looking Orthodox Jews standing on the sidewalk. They stopped me and asked if I was Jewish.
My Theory: I have a big schnoz and was wearing a dark fedora.
Are you related to the lead?
The Event: During an intermission at the opera, someone in the row behind me stopped to ask if I was somehow related to the male lead in the show.
My Theory: We both have pony-tails? I'm really at a loss here.
Are you a dancer?
The Event: At the grocery store, I was moving from one aisle to the next when a portly black man stopped his cart and asked if I was a professional dancer. He was quite specific about the "professional" part. When I said, "No," he added, "Well, you really look like one."
My Theory: Apparently I look fitter than I think I do. But also, this was a moment after where I made a semi-flouncy, over-pronounced "After You…" gesture to someone coming the other way. I do flounce. I cannot deny this.