Here's a little story for you.
I was driving to the dentist's with my dad and my brother. We make a right turn, and some guy in a white car who's waiting to go looks at me and starts waving frantically. He's somewhere in his late teens to early twenties, and he kind of looks like Leonardo Dicaprio. Being raised to be polite, I wave back, and then he's out of view. A little odd, this situation. Stopping to think, I ask "could he have known my brother and been waving at him? No, he's in the back seat with the windows up. You wouldn't have been able to see him. Was he waving to dad? Possibly, since how dad was closest, but then why was he looking straight at me?"
Marking the encounter as a mistake, (he probably thought I was someone else,) I go on with my life. Until yesterday...
I'd finally gotten a haircut the day before, and my dad and I had gone out to get some groceries. As we drive through an intersection, some guy in a red car, late teens to early twenties, honks at us and waves. I wave back, thinking that this is some mistake. My cut kind of resembles Angelina Jolie's cut in SALT, (although the back is shorter,) and I look quite different. I think of this only as a misunderstanding, because I must look like someone else. But then I think back to nearly two weeks ago, with the other guy who seemed to recognize me.
So tell me: have I been cloned or something? Once is enough, but twice within the span of a few weeks? If something like this happens again, I don't think I'll leave the house for a while.
