If I see myself, I'll be sure to tell me.

[gridlore]

There were many things about today I could have posted about. But they were all blown away by one of the most surreal encounters of my life.

I got out of work in a decent time, and was crossing the street to the light rail station when I hear a woman yelling "Michael! Michael!" At the top of her lungs. Glance over and see a woman running along the platform waving her arms and yelling. I assume she's yelling at a driver or someone on the sidewalk.

Y'all know what's coming, right?

Yep. She was yelling at me. Evidently I am the spitting image of her Uncle Michael, who she has been searching for in San Jose for three and a half months. Down to the walk. After profuse apologies on her side and my usual attempts to make light of the situation, I chatted for a while with her and her companion. Both homeless, and she appeared to have one or two mental issues.

We joked around, and I called Kirsten...

"I've been living a lie."

"Oh?"

"Seems I'm actually this woman's Uncle Michael. You're in on this. Admit it, you're with the CIA!"

"I could tell you, but then I'd have to kill you."

I gave them my unused Gatorades and a buck to help make bus fare.

Funny thing. I called baka49er to tell her about this, and she told me that she and Kylie thought they saw me in the mall last weekend in the food court. The resemblance was so strong that they went over to see "me."

I think we've found Uncle Michael!

So, if any of you see me, could you tell me to call me so I can get myself together?

Comments

[madelineusher.livejournal.com]

Actually, it wasn't Baka and Kylie, and it wasn't last week. It was with me. I swear, it was you. Even had one of your hats.

[gridlore.livejournal.com]

When was this?

[madelineusher.livejournal.com]

I forget, exactly. Last summer?

[aurictech.livejournal.com]

"I could tell you, but then I'd have to kill you."

As a Military Intelligence professional, I've always preferred the following disclosure-avoidance statements:

"I could tell you, but then I'd have to keep your head in a safe."

"I could tell you, but then I'd have to degauss (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Degaussing) your brain."

[lysana.livejournal.com]

At least for a while, blackfyr had a double in the SF Bay Area. Down to where a friend of the other guy's took several long moments in a restaurant making sure of what he was seeing and the time said double zoomed past me on El Camino while the DH was in Sonoma County.

[kshandra]

He was at the one panel I managed to attend at P'con, actually...there were several people between us in the room, but I was bloody well CERTAIN it was blackfyr until he opened his mouth.

Double Take

[(Anonymous)]

It happened in August 2006. We both walked up to "you" and said "Hi, Douglas, what aare you doing here"? The guy looked kind of alarmed.

[bunyip.livejournal.com]

My double is safely 10,000 miles away. ;)

[biomekanic.livejournal.com]

In college, my freshman year I got "Dude! Mark man! You're still here?!? On the six year plan?"

I got used to it, funny thing, it took me five years to graduate too.


The best one was, back in Denver I was once waiting for a taxi outside an upscale restaurant. One of the waitresses ( and rather attractive young lady ) waking taking an order. She put down her pad and then came barreling out of the place and threw her arms around me and yelled "Michael!".
Alas, I'm a Michael, but not her Michael.

[murphymom.livejournal.com]

I wonder if her Uncle Michael was delivering phone books in San Mateo about 10 years ago. I swear, the fellow who brought the books into Ron's old office even had your voice! (I still think sometimes it really *was* you, and you and Kiri are still chuckling about it.)

[gridlore.livejournal.com]

I did that about 20 years ago. Remember the Yellow Peril? My old 1973 Datsun wagon? Imagine it loaded to the gills with phone books trying to wheeze up 17 to deliver them to addresses in the Santa Cruz mountains.

Did that for one week.