Attack of the Doppelganger....Or Attack on the Doppelganger...

Have you ever thought that a stranger was in fact a person that you knew?

I don't know whether I'm phrasing that correctly or not, but yesterday I walked (read ran) up to a lady I thought was my friend Jo...now I should also say that I approached/ran at her from behind and rather excitedly uttered/yelled "Jo...Oh my god, what are you doing here? It's been forever, how was your trip? Did you have an awesome time? I want pictures, lots of pictures...though not all 13,000 you said you...."

It was at this point that she turned around to face me completely and stared with a look that can only be described as an intriguing mix of horror and pity at the crazy lady yelling at her and going in for a hug.

Now, there's nothing much I could do at this point than to try and stop my hug motion, which only went so far as becoming a very awkward half hug as I had really gone too far into my hugging motion to stop.

I looked at her, she realising my "situation" looked at me, I mouthed the words "I'm really sorry, I thought you were someone else," and scurried on to do my banking.

Oh, if only this were the first time that had happened...maybe I'll learn one day...I wonder if this happens to other people...