
Before I could even react she yelled:
“OH MY GOD LOOK HOW TALL YOU GOT.”
I was 22.
Then like six more people appeared out of nowhere smiling at me like I had just returned from war.
At this point I realized two things:
1. They definitely thought I was someone else.
2. It had already gone too far to correct them naturally.
So I just awkwardly committed to it.
They kept asking me questions about college, my “new apartment,” and whether I was “still dating that girl from Boston.”
I have never been to Boston in my life.
At one point a little kid asked me:
“Can you still do the bird noise?”
Apparently Fake Me could do bird impressions.
So now I’m standing in the middle of an airport making aggressive pigeon sounds while an entire family cheers me on.
Eventually the real guy showed up.
Same height. Same haircut. Same jacket.
The silence when everyone realized I was a random stranger was unbelievable.
The grandma looked HORRIFIED.
I just quietly said:
“...to be fair, nobody asked my name.”
The real guy started laughing so hard he almost dropped his suitcase, and somehow that made it less awkward.
They actually invited me to eat with them while we waited for the flight.
Still one of the weirdest days of my life.
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