Parcel delivery

7 November 2009

I open the front door to a lady who has come to deliver a parcel.

“Hello, are you Mrs Marchant?”
“No, daughter, but close enough.”
“Yes, close enough,” she agrees, handing me the console to sign.
“You work down the road, don’t you?”, she asks, adding, “I’ve seen you.”
“Ah, no you’ve seen someone like me,” I say, realising she means the woman with achondroplasia who works at an office on the outskirts of the village.
“Oh, sisters.”
“No, no, same condition.”
“Mmm, same colour hair!”

6 Comments Posted in: being me, encounters

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6 Responses to “Parcel delivery”

lauren
7th November 2009 @ 3:55 pm

wtf?! ;)
bethany actually
7th November 2009 @ 5:36 pm

Hee hee! People are funny, aren’t they? :-) When my friend Erin and I were in high school together, teachers and students alike used to get us confused all the time. We were the same age and height, and both had blondish hair, but otherwise we didn’t look anything alike. Erin had loooong hair and wore glasses, I had shortish hair and no glasses, and our facial features are completely different. It used to baffle us that people could think we were each other.
Cindy Streams
7th November 2009 @ 10:38 pm

She sounds like a moron! It’s one thing to confuse two people – we’ve all done that. But once a person clarifies the mistake, who sits there and argues with them?
It reminds me of a guy who’s cell phone number was one digit off from a pizza delivery company in the area. He would get calls from people wanting to order pizza and they would sit there and argue with him when he gave them the correct number!
It’s not you. It’s her.
annieofbluegables
8th November 2009 @ 12:10 am

Um, Ma’am? Ma’am? Why don’t you shut your mouth before you show the world how astute you are. . .
oops
too late
bonnie
8th November 2009 @ 1:06 am

What Cindy said. Moron.

Also what Lauren said.

Bethany, I bet if you and Erin hadn’t been friends, no one would have gotten you mixed up. It’s like people’s brains only work so far and then stop paying attention. People used to always assume my friend Melissa and I were sisters. We don’t look alike, either, except that we are blondish. LOL
Jess Tryon
8th November 2009 @ 1:41 am

At least you’re confused with other people actually seen in real life. Apparently there’s a new show on TLC and people have stopped me to ask if I’m her. I looked her up, and aside from SED, we look nothing at all alike. I think the next time someone asks, I’ll offer my autograph. As long as I’ve got an audience, I figure I may as well be famous. :)