S. Y. Affolee saw her doppleganger today.
Some years ago I moved into one unit of a small duplex. The other unit was unoccupied.
One day I came home from work to find some folks moving furniture, etc., into the empty unit. It was another guy, Dan, moving in and I swear I was looking at myself.
A few months later someone knocked on my front door. I opened it and the woman who was there broke into a big smile, “Hi, Dan. I wasn’t sure whether this was your door!”
It was his mother mistaking me for him.
Have you met your doppelganger?
I met a guy in Deli Haus in Boston once, who swore he knew me as his sister’s friend Sharon. He even showed me a picture from his wallet. The girl looked exactly like me! She was even as decked out in punk-girl finery as I was in those days. I nearly had a heart attack!