A strange thing happened to me today. I was doing a beer run to the Supermarket, and as I was wandering up one of the isles I had to pass a woman with a trolley who was blocking a big part of the isle, while the man with her knelt on the floor going through potatoes.

After passing and heading along the isle I hear “Hello.” followed by “Hello!…. HELLO!!!“. It then occurs to me that other than the woman and man, I am the only other person there, so I turn to face them. The woman smiles and says “Hi!“.

Now I am the first to admit I am crap with faces, or people. So I try to never use anyone’s names, because I often have no idea who the person is. A lot of the time the person may seem familiar, I just don’t know why, or where from. In this instance I was pretty Shure I had no idea who this person is. But I have to be careful, this really old person came up to me in a kabab shop once after a night out during my Uni days, and it turned out we were in school together.

So I play it cool, and cover myself with a simple “Sorry. I was in a world of my own, I didn’t see you there. Hi! how are you?”. Brilliant right? so it goes on a bit, she says I’ve never met her husband (Which is true became I am sure I have never met her!). And the conversation goes on until she asks…

“How are the Kids?“

Now, to the best of my knowledge I have no kids, but in case she means something else I play safe with a “OK”. She then asks where am I working now, before turning to her husband and goes “I’ve not seen him since we worked in ICI“.

OK. I may be crap at peopling, But. 1) I do not have kinds, 2)I have never worked at ICI. So I think in this case I am correct, I do not recognise this mad woman because I have never seen her before, she has mistaken me for someone else.

The only problem is…  I have been pretending to recognise her, just in case she was someone I should know, and now I am in too deep to point out she has me mistaken for some other bloke. I can not tell her I am not him, because how do I explain pretending to know who she is.

Do these things happen to other people?

Also, I wonder who the other me is. I met the other me from London many years ago, but have yet to meet the local other me. It would explain stories I have heard over the years of stuff I have done, that I have not. Hell my sister saw me in town many years ago when I was not.