Walking on Brighton seafront this weekend we came across the “Tight Modern” a tiny replica of the Tate Modern containing artworks by 60 disabled artists. Well worth a look but that’s not important right now…What is important is that as I came out , one of the guides stopped me and said:
“I know you don’t I?”
Well no, no she didn’t but I come across this all the time. It’s weird that people think they know me.. Not just “I might know you” but “I DO know you”. So I responded whilst smiling:
“No I just have one of those faces, people think they know me all the time”
From here we move to the next step which is the person who claimed to know me insists that my memory is faulty:
“We met at one of Simon’s get togethers” – said quite forcefully whilst gesturing at whoever Simon is.
These are my favourite responses , the best of which was from a guy at immigration in Chicago who insistently said:
“We were on the same kibbutz a few years back”
When I continue to deny knowing them the whole atmosphere gets very frosty and the person who is convinced they know me is now convinced I’m lying for some reason. I then get a dismissive goodbye.
So there you have it, in a few short seconds my new friend goes from delighted to see me again to annoyed I’ve turned into such a lying b***h. I clearly need a better strategy to deal with these confrontations because they do keep happening and I must just have one of those faces
Or I’m part of a science fiction plot / movie and there are hundreds of me’s out there that I’m unaware of. Maybe one of the other me’s also has a blog?