A Curious Case Of Mistaken Identity

comments 6
Random Banter

There is a man who works on the same street as me who thinks I’m somebody else and it’s becoming quite awkward. (For the record, we do not ‘work the street’ alongside one another as prostitutes; he works in the building above my shop.) About a year ago now, he and I were crossing the road at the same time when he engaged in conversation with somebody called Sarah. He asked about work, “good thanks!”, and Sarah’s weekend, “good thanks!” before saying goodbye and wishing me/Sarah a wonderful day. There was no open window of opportunity for me to correct him. So now, to this strange man (let’s call him Bob), I am Sarah. In other news, apparently I have a doppelgänger called Sarah. Let’s hope, for both our sake’s, that she wasn’t whacked with the ugly stick.

I see Bob somewhere between 1 and 4 times each and every week. We buy our coffee from the same place daily, and our lunch from the little salad bar around the corner on Fridays. Each time Bob sees me, he greets me with a big old smile, and I have no choice but to sweetly smile back and pretend that I’m Sarah. I’ve had to go to extreme measures to avoid engaging in conversation with Bob and revealing my false identity. Often I cross the road the second I see him approaching, sending myself on a highly inconvenient detour back to work. I’ve ducked into other shops on the street in avoidance, for example a ridiculously expensive menswear store where I had to pretend I was looking to buy a shirt for my brother’s birthday. (I do not have a brother.) I’ve even considered looking for another job on a street far, far away. When Bob’s eye catches mine, I look away. It has become an awkward game of hide and seek and I just cannot keep it up forever.

Now, there’s more awkwardness to this whole shenanigans. It is very likely that I have permanently ruined the reputation of my doppelgänger. I mean, Bob and Sarah can’t have been close friends for him not to properly recognise her, but there is no doubt in my mind that Bob now finds Sarah to be rude. This uncomfortable situation has caused a chain reaction of uncomfortable situations, for next time Bob sees the real Sarah, it is going to be extraordinarily awkward and confusing for both parties. “How’s work?” “I’m unemployed.” “Wasn’t that chicken focaccia we both bought last week delicious!” “I’m vegetarian.”

And the awkwardness continues. What’s going to happen when Bob eventually realises his mistake and I am revealed as a fraud? Suddenly I’m the weird stranger, not Bob. And we will continue to see each other every couple of days and it will be even more awkward than before because Bob will now know that I pretended to be someone called Sarah for over a year. Really, it’s a weird thing to do when you think about it.

I was going to end my awkward rant there but I’ve just looked up the word ‘doppelgänger’ and have discovered something quite frightening: “In fiction and folklore, a doppelgänger (literally ‘double-goer’) is a look-alike or double of a living person who is sometimes portrayed as a harbinger (say what?) of bad luck. In some traditions, a doppelgänger seen by a person’s relative or friend portends illness or danger while seeing one’s own doppelgänger is said to be an omen of death.” By golly, this has complicated things. Not only am I stuck in an awkward situation; illness or danger is on the cards. Please, somebody help me – preferably neither Bob nor Sarah.


The Author

My name is Emily and this is a place where I write about all of the things I love (and sometimes the things I don't love). These things I love include all sorts of people: strangers, friends and family alike. And writing of course! I've never liked giving descriptions of myself, so you'll have to read my random banter in order to get to know me.


  1. Pingback: How My Blog Came To Be Called ‘Taggle Talk’ | Taggle Talk

  2. Janie Green says

    My husband thinks you work in the coffee shop across the road from his office and has told me how polite you are to him but he can never work out if it is you or your sister?!? I have told him it is neither if you but he insists it is? ! He hasn’t worked out that your sister works in the shop next door to his office either..Janie x

    Liked by 1 person

    • HAHA! Typical! Well, at least our look-alike across the road is polite to him…and I can tell you that he’s not the first person to mistake me for my sister, or vice versa. My parents, for example, are often guilty of this. I’ve learnt to respond to ‘Alex’ and go along with it, it happens that often! Thanks for reading Janie 🙂


  3. Lol this made me chuckle, one of my customers who has been coming into my garage for over 10 thinks I am called Steve and apparently I worked with him in a factory in Liverpool, after a bit of research on the now closed factory my customer has also managed to put 10 years on me

    Liked by 1 person

    • Haha! I’m so glad I’m not the only one to be in this awkward situation! I’ve heard so many stories like this since I posted – it’s making me wonder whether I’ve ever completely mistaken somebody for somebody else…being the awkward person I am, I’m quite sure that I must have!

      Liked by 1 person

Tell me what's up!

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s