Congratulations on Being Mistaken for H. Jon Benjamin!

She’ll walk up to you on the street and shout.

“YOU!”

You’ll point to yourself, then look left and right.  No one else will be around.

“HOW DARE YOU!” she’ll continue, advancing towards you, each step bearing her closer, bringing with her the promise of violence.   You’ll hold your hands up reflectively.

“What the fuck, lady?” you’ll protest.  She won’t seem to hear you, or if she does she won’t acknowledge that your voice came from you.

“FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT PLAYER PULLING OUT THOSE ARCHER LINES!”

After this outburst, you’ll realize what’s going on.  She’ll have mistaken you for famed voice actor H. Jon Benjamin, a fair mistake.  You’re both portly, bearded men who could pass as Jewish, but aren’t actually Jewish at all.  You both apparently lack social graces, but radiate confidence.  And you’re both werewolves.

Most of the people who mistake you for H. Jon Benjamin are at least partly deaf, so shouting at them in a voice which is clearly not associated with the famed voice actor rarely helps the situation.  So today you’ll simply throw up your arms to block the blows from the irate middle-aged woman’s umbrella, calmly waiting for the storm to subside, wondering why H. Jon Benjamin sleeps with so many aging, deaf, irate women so often.

Congratulations on Being Mistaken for H. Jon Benjamin!