Eye to I

One day as I was walking to work at the head office of the manure processing company that I work for (luckily it is justhead office so we only deal with paperwork) I glanced in the window of starbucks and saw my own face there. This not unusual as I often check my hair in the refection, not that I would admit it, but this time is was different- it was not a reflection! It was my face but on the other side of the glass. I stopped abruptly, like a watermelon hitting the floor, and starepwidemouthed and openeyed. What the lort was going on?

The other me beckoned me inside. I hesitated, but then curiosity was as overwhelming as one of Unkle Ingoll’s farts after we have moose curry. I went in.

“Can I buy you a drink?” other me asked me. It was unnerving to see the other me. He was identical- we even have same scar on left hand and other tuny details.

“Wouldn’t you be buying yourself one?” He laughed and then pointed to a drink on the table. It was a large mocha with whipped cream, exactly what I would have ordered. I picked it up and sipped. It had a light sprinkle of cinammon on top.

“What brings you here?”

“Let’s just say I had some time to kill.” He laughed uproariously. I looked at him, feeling confused.

“What does that mean?”

“Oh, it is a reference to thing that happened to me this morning.”

“What? You mean you made a joke that only you would understand? I hate it when people are doing that! It makes me pissed off!”

“Well, uh, um…” sputtered he sputtered.

“I would never doing something like that” I telled him vehemently. ” I don’t know who you are but you are not me!”

And with that I stormed out, sadly haveing to leave my delicious beverage because he had bought it to drink in.

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