Fame is an ugly mistress.

I was at the gym this afternoon running through my usual routine when a young girl that I am friendly with came into the ladies only room.

Okay, to be totally fair? Friendly might be a bit strong. She's very sweet and always chats me up when she's there and she talks a lot about her husband and Jesus and how she and her husband love Jesus. So I'm not going to be rude to her or anything because I'm in pretty good with Jesus these days and I don't want to make him mad.


But anyway. That's not important.

She came in and said hello to me. She got on the treadmill next to me and started chatting. About Jesus, I think. I wasn't paying that much attention because I had ramped the treadmill up to 4.2 and I was trying not to die.

And yes, I know that makes me lame. But I'm fat and not good at running so 4.2 was hard. So sue me.

ANYWAY. That is also not important.


What IS important is that there were several other people in the room and one of them was an older lady who came over to my treadmill and said:

"Didn't I hear you on the radio?"


AND YES! I was on the radio! And YES! Oh my sweet Lord! People are recognizing me!

I was so excited but trying desperately to be cool so I said, "Yes, that was me!"

And then she said, "Yes! You are Jennifer!"

And seriously. I'm not kidding. I still thought she meant me because people call me Jennifer all the time, so I said, "No, I'm Stephanie".

And she said, "No. Your name is Jennifer. You are on that B97.5.



That's not me.





Did you ever see that episode of Spongebob in which Spongebob is in a commercial for The Krusty Krab? And it airs on late-night television? And he stays up late to watch it? And you can see the corner on his head for about 2 seconds? And the next day an old man sees him and says, "I saw you on television last night!" and Spongebob gets really excited? But what the man actually saw was a box of cereal, which is the exact same shape as Spongebob?


Yeah.


It's not fun being a box of Bran Flakes.