Spitting Image.
I’ve heard it said in everyday chit-chat that “everyone has a doubleâ€. Biologically speaking, barring the cases of identical twins and clones, exact doubles don’t exist.** Nevertheless, some peeps sure look a helluva lot like other peeps. I was reminded of that just this morning.
As I was doing the morning walk, a car pulled up alongside me, and the driver tapped on the horn, which always means that the driver is about to ask for directions. It happens often; more often than I would like, thank you. Nevertheless, being the goddamned prince that I am, I am always gracious, despite my abysmal lack of any sense of direction.
Today, when the driver rolled down the window and leaned over to look at me through the passenger window, I saw her say something, but it did not register. The reason that it didn’t register is because for a second or two, I thought I was looking at Kelley! Same hair, same face, same smile. In that one or two seconds, my mind raced, “Holy shit! What is Kelley doing in Jersey? What is she doing in my town? How did she know I’d be walking on this street? WTF??â€
As soon as the momentary brain lock ended, I actually heard the woman’s voice, and it definitely was not the voice of the “Mouth of the Got-Damn Southâ€. No, it was pure Jersey. I finally came to my senses and gave the woman the requested directions, but I have to assume that she must have thought me to be a bit on the “slow†side for having first stared at her, completely slack-jawed.
Weird, I tell ya.
**Note: While OJ Simpson never came out and said that “the real killer†was a twin, he did manage to convince the jury that the “real killer†must have been the one person of 170 million people who share his genetic markers.
Lucky you. Kelley is a beautiful woman. . . wish someone that good looking would honk at me!
Comment by MCPO Airdale — January 21, 2006 @ 11:17 am
She certainly is, and she is terrific company too.
Comment by Jim - Parkway Rest Stop — January 21, 2006 @ 11:24 am
Every meet your own double? I have. I was working at Boy Scout Camp a few years ago when one of the Council’s professionals was there. He and I were about the same height, age, weight, and had salt and pepper beards (but little on the top). We looked so much alike that his wife thought I was him from a distance of about 20 yards.
Then there is Terry Prachett, the author. He even wears the same kind of hat that I do.
And the other day at the Garden State Outdoor Sportsmen’s Show, I was standing with a fishing buddy, John, when we were asked if we were brothers. It was then we realized we may have been separated at birth.
Weird.
Comment by joated — January 21, 2006 @ 1:45 pm
Joated,
Interesting you ask. I never met someone who is my double, but apparently there is one out there. It’s a story that’s probably worthy of a separate post. Thanks!
Comment by Jim - Parkway Rest Stop — January 21, 2006 @ 3:08 pm
I thought I met my double the other night, but after trying to teach him not to bad mouth me, I got seven years bad luck, and kicked out of a bar for life…
Comment by That 1 Guy — January 21, 2006 @ 4:06 pm
I once went to a frat party (Looooong time ago) and was pestered by someone calling me Joe and babling about stuff I had no clue about. After I finnally convinced him I was not Joe, he dragged me over to a picture of the frat group from the year before and I’ll be damned if I wasent in the picture and my name was Joe. Weird.
Comment by Mark Reardon — January 25, 2006 @ 2:41 pm