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A few days ago, James and I took the kids out to dinner. While we were sitting there, a nicely dressed older woman tapped me on the shoulder. I looked up at her, and smiled, wondering if she was going to complain about my kids or something. She smiled back.
“Excuse me, but I think I’ve seen you before. Are you a singer?” She asked.
“Why yes, I do sing.” I replied.
“And do you sing in restaurants?” She asked, placing her hand on my arm.
“Yup.” I named the pub downtown. I inwardly preened at being recognized. That hasn’t happened before. I felt rather special for all of 30 seconds.
“No. Not that one.” She frowned. “I saw you at Clarence’s Restaurant.” I think it was? Or Clancy’s. Or something. I’m not sure what she named, because by this point I was feeling rather awkward and tuning her out. “You were fantastic! So talented!”
“Sorry, it wasn’t me. I do sing with a band, and I am fantastic, but only at the pub.” I smiled brightly and picked up my fork, hoping she would take the hint and walk away.
“But you look exactly like her!” She exclaimed.
“Not me! I must have a twin running around Springfield!” I laughed and she pressed the issue a few more times before she wandered back to her table.
Alas, I have yet to sign a single autograph. How funny though, that in a case of mistaken identity, she still managed to find another woman that sings in restaurants. I guess I must have my very own doppelganger. I kind of want to track her down and see how she measures up.