Tonight we were down by the river having a swim when a hispanic fellow with bad burn scars on his hands came up to me out of the blue, shook my hand, and said in broken English “You look like that wrestler, Stone Cold Steve Austin.” He went on to point out my shaved head and goatee, and rambled on about WWF for a minute or two. I assured him I wasn’t Steve Austin, and that the only wrestling I did was with the kids, who I indicated to him. He seemed unconvinced, but eventually lost interest in the conversation and wandered off again. A very odd experience indeed.