i went out to buy lunch today in midtown. and i got mistaken for a celebrity. and i'm still perplexed as to how the nice man at the register came to this conclusion.

employee @ register: you look like that singer. you know, beyonce knowles (pronunciation of name butchered a bit). when you came in i thought you were her for a minute.

me: (in shock because on my best day i don't look like beyonce) wow, that's really nice of you, but no. i wish i looked like her. she's really pretty.

employee @ register: yeah, i really thought you were her for a minute.

me: well, no. but thanks. that's nice of you to say that.

i grabbed my food and walked out the door. was it the curly hair? the cheekbones? it has to be. because last i checked, i wasn't black and beyonce wasn't mexican-american. we are both from texas though. hmm...maybe the guy was onto something.