duplicity

[wickedflea]

Don't you hate when you run into one of an identical set of twins who you haven't seen in years (and you never could tell apart all that well)? That always happens to me. Like I saw Michael or Jeff Kimbrell in Barnes & Noble in Birmingham one time, and he called me by name, but all I could do was say, "HEY, . . . man . . . how's it going, . . . man?" And I KNEW that he knew that I didn't know which one he was! I even gave him the opportunity to clue me in; midway through the conversation, I asked him, "So, how's . . . your brother?" Now he could have said, "Oh, Jeff [or Michael, or whatever]? He's fine." But NOOOOO, they never do that. Same thing happened with LeNora or LeDora Hogan when I was in the Starkville Wal-Mart around Christmas. I think they ENJOY it. Shifty bastards. I don't trust 'em. (Except perhaps for present company. Are any of you twins?)