Now that we are swirling around our 30's, we've begun to look even MORE alike. For example, while shopping at the local Jump and Dump (AKA "Gabriel Brother's Discount Store) my lovely sister, Summer, went to go try on a few pairs of pants while I continued to circle the clearance rack for things that weren't too irregular or too holy or too --- much.
"Hey, go sign up for a card - it's like a rewards thing. Like a Kroger. In the dressing room," Summer said to me as she placed her prized pair of six dollar cords in the buggy. I stared at her for a few seconds until my brain comprehended her rapid-fire-assault-like speech and then ran (ha! Just kidding! I haven't ran since --- wait - have I ever ran?) to sign up.
"Hi!" I said to the plus-sized woman in Reeboks that stood guarding the rooms. "I was told I could sign up for some sort of rewards card here?"
"Uh, yeah," she said and then gave me a look. A look like I had done gone and lost my mind.
I knew that look well.
"Well - can I sign up for one? What do you need from me?"
"I just signed you up, right?"
"No," I said, slower and more enunciated. "No, I am signing up now." The poor dear. Now I knew why she was assigned the dressing room duty roster for the day.
"I just took your information. You were JUST back here!" She said, looking a bit spooked and a bit like she was going to head for the hills.
"Oh, wait! Ha! No, that was my sister!"
"Really? Are you twins? You look JUST ALIKE!" She said and then, finally, took my email address and handed me a lovely plastic card to add to my other stack of plastic cards.
|TERRORIZING THE WAL-MARTERS AND TRYING ON HAIR FEATHERS|
If only we could use our TWIN POWERS for good instead of evil... :)