Who wants to know?
On a recent trip to visit friends in Madison, Wisconsin, we walked down to the busy Capitol/Downtown area for some ice cream. While we were at the counter waiting for our sundaes, I felt a tap at my shoulder and turned around. An unfamiliar, youngish man with dark hair was standing next to me. As he opened his mouth, I was mentally preparing the usual "Really, I'm not Kate..." speech, but to my surprise he asked, "Are you Jen?" Dumbfounded and a little scared, I replied, "Who wants to know?" Then he mumbled something and RAN OFF. Just took off. None of us knew who the hell he was. It was creepy, but we had fun making up cockamamie theories the rest of the night. My favorite: he was from a parallel universe in which I had attended Madison instead of Lake Forest.