tuesday

Not too long ago I got the strangest phone call from my friend while he was in a crowded coffeehouse. Here's the Cliff's Notes version.
Tuesday: Hello.
Friend X: Holy Fuck! Where are you?
T (convinced something horrible has happen): In my living room, what's wrong.
X: I'm looking dead at you. This is creeping me out.
T(looking out the window and seeing no Mr. X) Are you drunk?
X: I swear to god, H and I are downtown and I'm looking at you but you're not talking on the phone.
T: Please tell me H. is driving tonight.
X: It looks like you. I swear to god. I thought it was you. (dramatic pause) I'm really glad I didn't sneak up behind her and grab her ass like I was going to.

Now, I realize that my friends are not the most reliable source of information. But after that phone call, four other people have sworn they've seen me around town, all in place I am known to be in. All at times I was somewhere else. I became briefly concerned that I was having black outs and simple didn't remember. That's just my luck. But then my boyfriend saw this Tuesday2 and thought it was me. It wasn't until he was standing a few feet from her that he figured out it wasn't me. And the only way he could tell was her ear piercings didn't match mine.
So, either someone has built a Tuesday-bot (in which case you should fess up now). Or my twin is wondering the Queen City. Or she's single white femaled me and is going to kill me. It's kind of creeps-ville.
Anyway, I wanted everyone to know that if you see 'me' and I look at you as if you were insane or whatever, IT MIGHT NOT BE ME. I'm not just being an asshole. Check the ears. And if you are this poor girl, I am so sorry. You probably think everyone in this city is a wackjob. It was one of my friends that blew the horn at you, twice. The crazy, loud guy in Brixx is someone I work with. They are very nice people, not stalkers. And since we're hanging out in the same places, maybe we'll run into each other and we can play Parent Trap.