After dropping off a dog at the groomer, I like to sit at a coffee shop and do a little reading and writing. It was such a nice morning to sit outside, eavesdrop on other conversations, and watch cars lining up at the drive through.
Suddenly, a man walked up to me, smiling, offering me his hand. I shook it, but he must have seen the puzzled look on my face. He said something, but I didn’t understand him because he had a heavy accent. I did understand when he said, “Are you waiting for someone?”
I chuckled, “Just for my dog at the groomer.” He apologized and went into the coffee shop.
Ten minutes later, another man came up to me and said, “Did someone come up to you, talking about a coat? He was looking for me! He said we look exactly alike, so I had to come meet you.”
I didn’t think he looked like me, other than having a gray beard. But hey, maybe we guys with gray beards all look the same. I shook his hand, too, before he went into the coffee shop.
Most people ignore you at the coffee shop, intent on picking up their order or looking at a computer. How fun to be mistaken for my double!
Waite for it... 