Whine and Cheese

Friday night I went out for a late dinner with Tim. We met up at the Levee and had a drink at a restaurant called Bulldog's. The place was nearly empty and it was 8 PM on a Friday night. A bad sign for a restaurant. So we ventured out to another restaurant to eat and then went walking about the Levee. Eventually, after the Cincinnati Reds won their game, the fireworks display over the Cincinnati skyline started. We found a comfortable spot on the railing to watch.

Suddenly I felt someone's finger poking me in the back and heard this someone say something in Spanish (I think, I didn't hear him clearly). Thinking this was one of my friends playing a gag, I slowly turned around to see this clean-shaven man with heavy eyebrows and his wife or girlfriend smiling and laughing at me.

"Hey man," he said with an accent, "how have you been?"

"Uh, I'm fine," I replied, "How are you?"

"We're good," he said, "It's good to see you!"

I wondered if this was someone I'd met at a conference or through work, but finally figured my memory couldn't be so bad to forget those catapillar eyebrows.

"I'm sorry, but... do I know you?" I said kindly.

The couple got this surprised look their faces and then bust out with the embarrassing laughter.

"Are you not Miguel?" the man asked.

"No, I'm afriad not," I answered.

The couple really giggled then, turning various shades of red in embarrassment.

"I am so sorry, you look just like Miguel and his friend," he replied, referring to Tim, "Seriously, you guys have look-a-likes running around."

They apologized again and then skittered away in a hug, her hands over her mouth in that way that says, "I can't believe we did that..."

The strange thing is that this tends to happen to me a lot. If I do have a doppleganger running about, at least he seems to be a nice guy that people like and not someone from "America's Most Wanted."