I am everybody
Today while I held a cell phone in one hand and my Blackberry in the other trying to conduct business in the waiting room of the hospital, an elderly man with a smile approached me. He said, “I hope you don’t think I am rude to be staring at you.” I thought, you were staring at me? Then he said, “You look just like my aunt.” I thought, your aunt? He laughed and said that I was a carbon copy of his aunt and that I stopped him dead in his tracks when he saw me walk into the room. I asked how is aunt is doing and he said she is in her 90s and healthy and happy and I said, I hope we have something more than looks in common.
He walked back to his gathering of people in his jolly way and then when they were leaving about a half hour later another elderly gentlemen from the crowd approached me and I said, “What? I look like your aunt too?” He said, “No, I’m not related to him, but wasn’t that a good pick up line? I’m going to have to use that one.” Then he winked at me.
Meanwhile the truth is that every where I go and usually in airports or waiting rooms or malls, I’m usually approached by someone who says that I looked exactly like someone they know. I just always respond I have that kind of face – where I have over a thousand twins on the planet.
But Flower tells me no, you look unique and others have said the same. So who knows why, but for some people I am a clone.