I think this happens often, the Other You that people you know keep seeing.

My boss told me he saw me driving on Peachtree Industrial in Norcross on Sunday. Except, I wasn’t in Norcross on Sunday. As far as I know.

In order to prove it wasn’t me, I said, “He wasn’t driving a Honda Civic, was he?”

“Well, yes,” my boss replied, “I think he was.”

The power of suggestion. “What color?”

“Black.”

“I drive a black Honda Civic.”

“Well, this was an older one.”

“Old, like late nineties?”

“Yes.”

“I drive a 1997.”

“Are you sure you weren’t in Norcoss yesterday?”

“Yes, pretty sure. Unless I blacked out and went for a drive.”

The Other Me In Atlanta has been seen by others before. Who knew he’s got my car now?