More bus adventures

You may recall that my dashing husband has a habit of misadventures on the Metro bus. There was another one a few weeks ago as he was busing home after his 4 - midnight shift.

Two guys got on the bus and walked past where he was sitting. One of them did a double-take, continued past -- then turned back to talk to him.

"Excuse me, but I can't help but wonder -- are you R. L. Stine?" he asked.

"Um," he replied. "No."

"Are you sure?" the guy asked. (That questions always cracks me up. What was he supposed to say -- "Gosh, now that you mention it, I suddenly remembered that in fact I am!")

So, what do you think? Is my husband holding out on me to preserve his extensive royalties from my Visa-slinging ways?