Stranger in the aisle

As I emerged from the dairy aisle in the neighborhood supermarket and turned toward the bagels, I spotted my old friend Terry Regan over near the soups. He saw me at the same time and we started toward each other. I hadn’t seen Terry for nearly a year and he looked slimmer. Good for him, I thought; he needed to trim down a little.

We were grinning and had our hands stuck out to shake when I realized this wasn’t Terry Regan. This wasn’t anyone I knew at all. Still, our hands were out there and so we went on with the handshake and I said, “I’m Bob Horine. I thought you were someone else, but you’re not. Who did you think I was?” Still grinning and shaking his head he said, “I don’t know who I thought you were.”

 

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