Iâ€™ve heard it said in everyday chit-chat that â€œeveryone has a doubleâ€. Biologically speaking, barring the cases of identical twins and clones, exact doubles donâ€™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 didnâ€™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, â€œHoly shit! What is Kelley doing in Jersey? What is she doing in my town? How did she know Iâ€™d be walking on this street? WTF??â€
As soon as the momentary brain lock ended, I actually heard the womanâ€™s voice, and it definitely was not the voice of the â€œMouth 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 â€œslowâ€ side for having first stared at her, completely slack-jawed.
Weird, I tell ya.
**Note: While OJ Simpson never came out and said that â€œthe real killerâ€ was a twin, he did manage to convince the jury that the â€œreal killerâ€ must have been the one person of 170 million people who share his genetic markers.