I will take advantage of this slow time to mention that I wish I could think on my feet more -
I was gassing up the company vehicle earlier in the week. I notice a very cute woman about my age at the station, and smile as she gets out of the car. While I am coming back from the building, she is heading that way.
She asks me if my name is Kevin, because she used to work with a Kevin, and, apparently, I am a dead ringer for him. I just say a very bland, "No, My name is Steve."
Ten minutes later, I realize I should have said, "I can be Kevin....if you can be single." Oh well.....next time.