Sorry, I thought you were whoozis

On the topic of recognizing people in NYC, this exchange, from the Gothamist interview with Janeane Garofalo, made me laugh:

A lot of the stories you tell about getting recognized around town tend to be embarrassing ones.
Is that really the case? Well it's not like I'm particularly famous. It's not like I'm Drew Barrymore walking around. But oddly it seems if I do get recognized, it happens to be when there's a big dump by my dogs I'm picking up or I slip on the ice or if I'm buying tampons or toilet paper, as crass as that sounds—please forgive me. That is when someone will say—you know what people say a lot actually, "No offense, but you look like Janeane Garofalo." Or "I don't mean to offend you, but you look like Janeane Garofalo." I never really know how to respond to that: "None taken?"

My sighting for the week: Chip Zien! Eating lunch in an UWS restaurant and sitting right in the window, where any crazed Into the Woods fan might come along and spot him. (I did get to meet him when he was in Les Miz -- after much anticipation -- so I managed to play it cool this time.)