Say I commissioned you to create a portrait of a creepy guy. Give him a scraggly beard, greasy hair, a weirdly rumpled assortment of clothing and a knack for ignoring personal boundries. Then you'd have an idea of the guy that came up to the desk last week. He was looking for some sort of information I can't recall right now, something about middle school locations, where to buy used vans and Miley Cyrus tour dates. After a while he stops and says, "Yeah. Yeah! That's it!"
I'm used to exclamations like this from the public, so I let it slide.
"That's who you look like! Did you ever see Sex in the City? You look like that one guy," he shouts.
"No, never really watched it," I said.
"Oh you know, he was in the movie The Office, what's his name?"
"Uh...heh...sorry, don't know."
"Yeah, see, you do that same smirk! Just like that guy!"
Guy wanders off somewhere and comes back with the IMDB profile of Ron Livingston, along with a handsome head shot.
"There, see! Looks just like you!"
I don't really get it, but at least it's not John Candy or something. I've also gotten Bill Murray and that guy who played Mr. Bean before. Nope, don't see any of them.