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This first tweet...I’ll submit without comment and with a heavy dose of sideeye.
Uh, really, Chris Matthews? Really?
Oh, that was supposed to be without comment...moving right along, this next case of mistaken identity was...and is... rather funny.
Some MAGA fools mistook Garth Brooks’ Barry Sanders jersey for an endorsement of...Bernie Sanders, lol?
The greatest running back in NFL history (IMO!) took it all in stride...
I can recall only one time that I acually mistook one person for another. That occured at a get together when my great great uncle passed. I mistook one of my great great aunts (an aunt that I was meeting for the first time, as it turned out) for being a great great aunt that I knew quite well...I was informed of the error and was a little embarrassed.
There was this one tme where I was informed in...uh, a gay place that I had mis-identified someone but I don’t believe that I misidentify that person...but that’s another story.
In my late teens/early 20’s when I would return to Detroit for a few weeks/months at a time, I was misidentified as being my brother quite a bit; one of my brother’s friends swore up and down that either I was my brother or that we were twins (I am the older brother by a little over two years). For one, I think that I can understand it because my brother and I went to different high schools and had entirely different circles of friends , on one hand.
On the other hand, we did attend the same schools for years and years prior to high school and noone ever mistook us for one another...so it struck me as being very...strange at the time.
And then there was the time I was on the el and someone just started a conversation with me that apparently was picked up from where they left off. The person was talking so fast and really did need to unburden herself that I didn’t stop her. Finally, she called me by name and I had to break it to her that I was not the person that she thought I was.
She looked at me again and then simply said, “Oh,” and got up and moved to another seat in the train car but with a little pep in her step, actually. She said what she need to say, apparently and...I don’t know, maybe I was there and misidentied for a reason.
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