Eminem Emissions

Something about this morning was not a good start. It has rained the last three Tuesdays. And this Tuesday morning I get the task of getting our emissions test done! Well, for the Honda this would be no problem, but for the Neon... it's an adventure. A couple years ago as I went to do the emissions test I was informed, as the poor little rusty car failed the test, "your car isn't going through all the drive cycles" (or something like that). I realized that I could either spend a bunch of money getting this fixed or just drive it around for a while and then go get the test done once more and it might pass... What would you do? I mean come on.
So my yearly routine for passing emissions has been hoping in the car and driving in the rain (it always rains on emissions day) all the way down Briley Parkway to Opryland and then back to then hopefully pass my emissions test! Although today, for unexplainable reasons I drove to West Nashville. Honestly, it was just bad planning on my part to have to do this in February, the shortest month of the year... everyone else gets like three more days to procrastinate.

So I'm waiting in line in a sea of cars also waiting in line to pay their nine dollars and receive their piece of paper with a smiley face on it... and as I'm almost in the garage the guy in the car next to me yell's out the window, "Is that Eminem?" Confused, I look to the left to see he is staring right at me. I realize he is wanting some response. I have none.
"Is that Eminem?" he says again. ... Yeap I heard him right.
I still have no response for this displaced question.
Then I thought, "maybe he hears music somewhere..." (my radio doesn't work) I look at him and listen... and hear nothing. Finally, locked in his gaze I say, "Huh? What do you mean?"
Then he smiles, looks at me, and without fail again says, "Is that Eminem in there?"

Again what would you do? ... I'm stuck in a line of cars, there is no escape from this place or this man's glare. I'm slightly worried I've somehow been transported into emissions test purgatory... I'm actually no longer sure how long ive been here... Is Eminem about to pounce me? Steal my car? Am  I about to be in a rap battle? I'm not prepared. Is it still raining?
Then I realize - he believes that I look like Eminem.
....
Should I deny it? Should I embrace it? Should I look at him and start rapping "cleaning out my closet" which is about the only Eminem song I know other than the one where he makes fun of Christina Aguilera.
This actually happens to me about once a month or so. Not being mistaken for Eminem... that is definitely a first... as I look nothing like Eminem.
Like in December when we stopped at a truck stop and this guy approaches me, asks me if I know "insert random person's name here" to which I say "...No..." (Because when you look like someone... you're probably also friends with them... ) Then he proceeds to tell me how much I look this guy he knows, who is apparently some national kick-boxing champion. Well, atleast we had that in common...
Anyway, how do you respond to that?
"Thank You."
My family and I almost made it out before he began pulling up pictures on his phone.
Later, me to Emily, "Please  tell me I don't look like that guy."
Emily, "I can see it."
...
So, at last, I respond to the guy in the car, "Yes... can't you see." I say this as I gesture to the 1997 Dodge Neon I'm driving.. that at one point I'm sure was white but now is an earthoney mix of dirt and rusty brown with TopGun and Settlers of Catan stickers on the back. Clearly, I'm Eminem.

We tried to make conversation about the ridiculousness of emission test processes... but it was just too awkward at this point. I blame him.

Good news though, I passed. :)