Crazy Hat Lady

So a lady in my ward came up to me this afternoon, was incredibly rude, and probably has no idea. This lady and I don't exactly run in the same circles. She has older children and so we don't have much in common. She and another lady saw me holding Spike and she approached me and seemed confused to see me with a baby. She admitted her confusion and told me that she gets me confused with someone else. I jokingly asked if it was Charlize Theron, she didn't find that funny, (although I did get a chuckle from her friend.) She almost seemed to be getting mad at me for her confusion and then offered me a clue as to whom in the ward she meant and I filled in the blank. She agreed with my guess and instead of being grateful to me for easing her confusion she acted as if she was agitated that I had put her in this position of having to acknowledge me in the first place. I would not at all been surprised is she had finished the conversation with, "Well you all look the same to me." I am bugged for the following reasons;
1. The whole tone was rude
2. I know who she is, while we don't run in the same circles, we have had enough interaction that I do feel she should know me, (I would give specifics, but too many ward members read this blog.)
3. No one wants to be compared to someone else. You don't know how I feel about that person. And what exactly about us makes us similar? Looks? Age? Life situation? Personality? Accent?

So what lessons do we take from this encounter? I am not very memorable. After six years in this ward I cannot be distinguished from the crowd of other young mothers. I am not funny but instead a source of frustration for the elderly. Alas if only the church allowed extreme piercings or facial tattoos I could distinguish myself. Perhaps I could start wearing really crazy hats. I could be the crazy hat lady. Done and done. Off to Dillards in the morning.