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?
