Two nights ago while walking to my car with groceries in hand, a man in a nearby deli stuck his head out of the door and started waving frantically in my direction. I looked around and upon realizing I was the only one in view, I slowly waved back. I studied his face hoping to recognize him.
“How have you been, Heather?” he shouted
“I’m not Heather,” I shouted back
He looked as confused as I did.
That happens a lot. People think they know me. I have been stopped on the street, asked by professors if I have already taken one of their courses, told I look like a cousin, a sister, a co-worker, even,an Olympic skier, or a friend.
Luckily my parents gifted me with an ethnic name that has a strange spelling: S-i-o-b-h-a-n. So, I have that piece of uniqueness going for me.
Oddly, I kind of like the idea of a million me’s running around out there with my face. I wish I could run into one of the mini me's but I have yet to meet one.
2 comments:
Love your face Siobhan. Don't think it's generic but it's a good way of meeting people. But, who the hell are those twins at the end of your post? Very funny!
ha, I'm not sure who they are. I googled images of twins, which I wouldn't recommend unless you are a fan of porn.
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