I was pretty exhausted after my long trip back from Paris yesterday, but I had promised my friend Ruthbea that I would have dinner with her and a group of her friends since she was in town for only one night. I made my way to the restaurant, and being the first to arrive, wandered over to the bar for a drink. Ruthbea assured me that I had met at least one and perhaps as many as three of her group of friends before, so I was watching the hostess stand for any recognizable faces. And there was one guy there at the stand who looked over at me and marched directly up to me and said in a somewhat menacing voice, “What the hell are YOU doing here?”. I paused for a moment to look at his face and attire and I wasn’t sure if I was supposed to recognize him, either as one of Ruthbea’s friends or from somewhere else. I paused and said, “I am waiting on Ruthbea…”, and he said “What?!” and then walked off in an odd huff. Then I saw him go behind the bar and realized he was working at the restaurant and wondered if perhaps we had met somewhere before. I sometimes have a shitty memory for these things (despite being able to remember random number sequences from years ago) and so I chalked it up to one of those chance meetings that confuse.
Later when Ruthbea and the gang arrived, we got seated at our table and as I recounted the story to Ruthbea, the guy came over and apologized. He told me I looked exactly (but exactly!) like a jerk ex boss of his who had fired him two years earlier, and that he had been shocked that the guy had the nerve to come into this place. He was going to have him (me) thrown out when he realized his mistake, and he brought us all a round of drinks to apologize.
We all had a good laugh about it, but it did get me wondering just a little about my doppelgänger who is out there, somewhere, in the food services industry. I wonder if anyone has ever approached him out of the blue thinking he was me. Perhaps some random stranger asked him to fix something computer related or translate something into French?