I forgot to chronicle this on the video, but strange things were afoot at Love's truck stop yesterday off of I-10.
As I went up to pay for my beverage and bag of nuts, the cashier started talking to me like she knew me, saying such things as:
"Where have you been stranger?" "I haven't seen you since I worked over at the other store." "Staying out of trouble?" "Where's that guy you used to hang around with?"
I played it as if I was who she was thinking of, using non-descript generic responses. Jeffrey-Man was there to witness this phenomenon, and upon leaving the store he said "Did she have you mistaken for someone else?" to which I repled, "Yes."
I don't think I look that much like alot of people, so I don't see how I could get confused for someone.
So, apparently I have a doppelganger that frequents truck stops. Or perhaps I'm the doppelganger? Hmm.
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