When I left the post office today and got into my car, a woman appeared at the passenger's side door and motioned for me to roll down the window. She was maybe holding 10 bags — plastic grocery bags, canvas bags, a cloth purse, things that were floral, etc. No, she was not homeless.
But as soon as I rolled it down, she gasped. "Oh! I thought you were someone else! I was about to ask you how much weight you lost! Did you go to St. Mary's? I'm thinking of someone from St. Mary's. Drives the same car... she used to be chunky... chunky like me. Well, a little more chunky than me. Wonder if she still is. But she was chunky."
"NO." - Me
"Sorry, then!" - Her
And she watched me drive away, determined to believe I was her once-fat, or still-fat friend.
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Shit happens to me. Shit that's too weird to make up.
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