Back at the beginning of the month I wrote a Post about Grey hair and wrinkles, it reminded of another tale from the past.
Many years ago on a Dublin bus, I climbed the stairs and walking along the aisle I saw a friend sitting in a seat. I sat in beside him and nudged him with my elbow, while enquiring how he was.
You guessed it.
It was not my friend, but a total stranger.
I am not sure which of us were the more surprised. I know I blushed with embarrassment. What to do? Move away to another seat, or brave it out, apologise and hopefully turn it into a conversation starter?
Yes. That is what I did and we had a great conversation all the way home.
Yes, I would have done the same, apologised and started a conversation. But it’s funny how people can look so much like an old friend – the same hair, the same way of walking or whatever. Quite uncanny sometimes.
Nick, it happened to me twice in Germany in 1972. One day walking along the street, I froze. Coming towards me was an elderly lady, dressed in a green coat and hat, she walked with what you might call a sailor’s gait and used a walking stick. The hat, the hair and even the handbag were familiar. This woman was a double of my Granny who had died four years previously.
On another occasion a man passed me in the street, again in every detail he was a double of the father-in-law to two of my brothers.
I was often mistaken for my youngest sister who is 10 years younger than I am. However, now that I am 68 and she is 58, the resemblance is no longer strong. Old age has finally caught up with me. Lol.
It is only since we have grown older that my sister and I have become more alike. I was always like my mother even today when I meet relations or older friends they remark on how like my mother, I am.
I missed that one, it must have been while I was gallivanting around Ireland.
Mistaken identity a common theme in fiction and in real life. Can launch us into another’s life so quickly.
PS Oh well, I guess I’ll get used to re-entering all my data. I’m egotistical enough to want to comment 😀
I had checked cookies, etc. Not the prob. And I don’t have this issue on anyone else’s blog. See how much I love you GM????
WWW, mistaken identity can make for very interesting conversations.
Sorry you are having his problem, of five blogger blogs that posted comments on that post about the difficulties of posting, only two seemed to have a difficulty.
This has happened to me, and I’m a hugger so the stranger got a surprise hug. Which usually starts a conversation.
A hug from the gal with red shoes, who could resist! 😉
The best thing to do is laugh and maybe make a new friend. Post ran an article Valentine’s day about married couples meeting on the bus. Seems is more common than I thought. I blame that CeliaJohnson movie ‘strangers on the Train.’ Today, it’s strangers on the iInternet which has led to serial murders over here.
I love discovering how couples meet or have met their life partners. You have reminded me of another story, I think I will save it for another day! 😀
PS I saw a guy I used to work with on the elevator at the gym yesterday. I recognized him, but he did not recognize me. He was too busy chatting up a young girl.
I wonder if he will remember the young girl the next time he meets her?