I think this happens often, the Other You that people you know keep seeing.<\/p>\n
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.<\/p>\n
In order to prove it wasn’t me, I said, “He wasn’t driving a Honda Civic, was he?”<\/p>\n
“Well, yes,” my boss replied, “I think he was.”<\/p>\n
The power of suggestion. “What color?”<\/p>\n
“Black.”<\/p>\n
“I drive a black Honda Civic.”<\/p>\n
“Well, this was an older one.”<\/p>\n
“Old, like late nineties?”<\/p>\n
“Yes.”<\/p>\n
“I drive a 1997.”<\/p>\n
“Are you sure you weren’t in Norcoss yesterday?”<\/p>\n
“Yes, pretty sure. Unless I blacked out and went for a drive.”<\/p>\n
The Other Me In Atlanta has been seen by others before. Who knew he’s got my car now?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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 … Continue reading