I see people I know everywhere I go. Except those people can’t be here, they live in Tennessee. I see Chris Wage in the train station and Liz Garrigan at the soup shop. I thought I saw Aunt B. once, and almost went over to talk to her. I’ve seen the The Boyfriend’s mom riding away on the bus at Pine Street. I saw Jackson Miller and Kate O’Neill. Christian Grantham was mailing a package at the Post Office at the Embarcadero Center. My boss from the Cooker on West End was reading meters. It’s a really bizarre experience to see people you think you know out of place doing things they’d never normally do. But a lot of you have doppelgangers roaming around.
I See You In Shops And Cars And Lines
January 16th, 2008 | Assorted, San Francisco
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This happens to me all the time. Usually I will start for a while thinking “who is that person” and then I realize that they are in Nashville and I am on the road.
However, a couple of times I have actually run into people I knew when we were both out of place. So the next time you see me, check Dopplr just in case. (Or better yet, I will let you know if I am in SF).
I completely flipped when I was en route from San Diego back home to Pittsburgh, Pa. I connected at Sky Harbor/PHX, and could SWEAR I saw a blogger I follow from Denver that I had completely miffed in his comments section one time. Really awkward. No fun.
No one here seems to look too much like you, BG. :(
But do those dopplegangers want your garmonbozia?
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You should try being from Southern Indiana. I run into these people everywhere I go. All over the country. If someone you’ve never met comes up to you and suddenly engages you in conversation like you’ve known each other for years, odds are they are from Southern Indiana.
Camping in East TN, run to Walmart for propane, some woman in the aisle starts talking to us, and she’s from S. Ind. Grand Canyon, wife and I are taking turns taking pictures, a guy offers to take a pic of us together. Wearing an IU shirt. S. Ind. Walking to my gate in Detroit airport one xmas to board a plane to Evansville, the entire airport is packed but everyone is wrapped up in their own conversations. Get to the gate of people going to Evansville, and it sounds like a gaggle of geese. These people don’t know each other from Adam, but their just talking away having a hell of a time.
They’re everywhere and they’ll talk to anyone at the drop of a hat. Beware.
Are you sure I was not in a sportscar? Miss you guys.
That used to happen to me a lot too when I first moved far away from home. Weird. Glad I have a doppelgaenger, though — somehow that’s comforting. :)
I saw my own doppleganger once in a Pizza Hut. Dude looked just like me. I would have introduced myself to him, but I was afraid of what effect it would have had on the universe.
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