(@ work, 5am, taking morning vitals on withered old woman)
WITHERED OLD WOMAN: say..
ME: yeah?
HER: i thought you were my son cliff. but you're not him.
ME: (impressed) no, i'm not.
HER: well, who are you then?
ME: my name is myles.
HER: myles?
ME: yeah.
HER: there was a fellow here a little while ago named myles.
ME: oh yeah? what was he like?
HER: very kind and handsome.
ME: (smirking) did he look like me?
HER: no.