A couple of weeks ago, Jif and I were at Hopkins, and Jasmine, the speech pathologist, was walking us from her department to the radiology place, quite a long trek, through the underbelly of the hospital, with pipes and steam and homeless people (I think I saw some), then back up into the light. Seriously, it was a long, confusing walk. And we chatted while we walked. And every now and then I'd catch Jasmine looking at me with an expression that I think can be described as "quizzical." When I'd catch these looks, I'd smile, or nod, or sometimes I'd just pretend I didn't notice. I also wiped my mouth, my nose, licked my teeth, etc., just in case she was seeing something disgusting of which I was unaware. Finally, after the tests were done and she was walking us back, she said to me, "I guess Dr. Flintstone told you that you look exactly like his secretary."
"Ummm . . . no."
"Oh my gosh! He had to see it! You are identical to her. Separated at birth! They say everyone has a twin, and I'm telling you, yours is Linda! Same smile, same eyes, same hair . . . "
Oh, so that explained why she was looking at me like that. Just then we re-entered Jasmine's department, and one of her administrative staff was standing there waiting for her. But instead of immediately asking Jasmine what she was clearly waiting there to ask her, the clerk stared at me, without even an attempt at subtlety, and said, "That girl right there look just like Linda!" Jasmine agreed, and the two of them went on about it for a couple of minutes.
We finished what we were there for that day, and as Jif and I were leaving, I said to him, "You know, what if Linda turns out to look like some old hag? That's gonna suck, because then I'll be so offended I can't come back here anymore, and they say Dr. Flintstone is the best throat doc in the world!" Jif understood that indeed, if Linda were plum butt ugly, I really couldn't frequent those healthcare providers any more, best in the world or not. And of course, I also thought, what if they told Linda the same thing, and she was offended at being likened to me? It could happen.
We went there maybe two more times in the next week or so. Each time I said to Jif, "Did you see anybody who looks like me?" And each time, he didn't.
On Monday, I went there for speech therapy. After I was all done, Jasmine sent me to the administrative area to set up my next appointment. As I stood at the counter, a woman passed behind me, and something about her caught my attention. I didn't see her from the front, just from the back. She was about my size, and had hair my color and length. I could tell by the way she was dressed and by the way she walked that if she were "the one," that would be OK with me.
When Jif and I were leaving the parking garage, I said again, "Did you see anybody who looked like me?"
"Nope. Did you?"
"Actually, yes, I think I saw her. Just from behind, but I'm pretty sure that was her. We can keep coming back."
"Was she hot?"
Did you ever see your "twin?" Did someone ever tell you you looked just like someone and when you saw them, you weren't too happy about the comparison?
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