It was bound to happen. I’ve been discovered. I really shouldn’t walk around without dark glasses and my collar pulled up. But, I went to get a decaf cup of the steaming nectar of the gods and was approached by Margaret, a casting agent. She said I fit the “intelligent-looking” profile they were looking for; I can only assume she meant to say “unkempt”, “slovenly”, or “scary”. So watch for me hocking mixed nuts on TV sometime soon. I’ll be the unidentifiable one in the smiling, foam-rubber anthropomorphic brazil nut.