Piob's post reminds me: once I was at the Saks in Cincinnati and the staff were treating me with much, much more solicitude than I'm accustomed to. After a while, one of the staff asked me in a very respectful tone if I was Tom. It turns out that Tom Ford was having a trunk show there for the Private Blends, which were quite new at the time, and they thought I was representing the company. I've always wondered if they really thought I was Tom Ford. (No, I don't resemble him even a little bit. Unfortunately.) It's the only time in my life I've ever gotten VIP treatment.