…at the one (Thai) restaurant where I work now:
1) When I come into work on a (Sunday) afternoon and come in through the kitchen and back hallway and clock in and then come out into the restaurant proper, my one (chubby) (Thai) coworker is immediately, like “What are you doing here?!”, and when I ask her what she means, it turns out that as she was coming up the street five minutes earlier on her electronic bike, she saw me in my typical work clothes of black t-shirt and khakis going into the alley to get to the back kitchen door, and when she arrived and parked and came inside and clocked in, all that while she assumed that I was somewhere inside the restaurant already, since she had seen me on my way in when she was further away on her way in.
And, she swears that she saw the person, and it was me.
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(It wasn’t.)
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(A doppelganger.)
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2) My one (chubby) (Thai) coworker pulls open the front door and yells at me out on the patio to get inside and help, since I’m standing there talking with a local (foreign) doctor whose country I want to apply for dual citizenship in, and after I muddled through her order in that language, she said that I shouldn’t overthink it or overprepare, and I could do an immigration interview in maybe 6 months, and as we were talking onward from there, that’s when my coworker opened up the door and yelled that to me.
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(She never does that, or gets angry.)
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