I went for a driver’s license a few years back in another State. A big ol’ black lady (race is part of the story) leans back in her chair and asks me, a wonder bread white guy, “Have you ever been black? Now, take your time and think about it.”
It turns out, a black guy with my exact name, born 2 days after me, and with 1 digit difference in our social security numbers, was wanted for murder.
Should have looked at her real serious and say that you are not Michael Jackson.
Oh my gosh!!!