Too funny. That reminds me of people mistaking my dad for Gerald Ford. My father was 6’4″, and over 230 lbs most of his life, and lived in Louisville, KY. In spite of this, he had people arguing with him that he was, in fact, the former President. The lack of a Secret Service detail never seemed to deter them.

The best part of your story is that he went ahead and posed for the picture. You can imagine this poor soul hanging the beloved photo with Kenny on the wall, and having a fellow Kenny Rodgers fan coming over and saying, “Hey… who’s the bald dude in that picture with you?” – Tim

There must be a bit of masochism in me somewhere, because nobody (except me) expected me to do this. However, as we were on our way to the performance, the thought occurred to me that the lines would be much more meaningful if I could maintain eye contact with the audience. So that thought was playing in the back of my mind. When I got on stage and started reading through the first monologue, I felt like I could get it close enough to keep the script down on the podium. As the song ended, I decided that what I would need to really focus my energy was the pressure of no script in-hand.

Tiffany,

Oh my… wardrobe malfunctions are just plain hideous. I’m not sure that mine was worse than yours, except it was public. I would not wish those moments on anyone, especially the part where I was standing with the rest of the cast on-stage after the performance, and after shaking hands with 20 or so people, a little girl shakes my hand and whispers, “Did you know that your zipper is open?” I immediately turned around, checked to confirm, and made a hasty exit. – Tim