You Look Familiar

 Hi everyone!

My posting is a little late today, mostly because I've pretty much been a lump on the couch all day. I honestly had intended to get more writing done today, but a sinus headache sent me to a horizontal position most of the morning. I was just lazy the rest of the day.

But the need of some items sent me over to Walgreen's, so with my standard Sunday uniform of a T-shirt and khaki shorts, I headed out.

"Welcome back, sir!" the woman at the store said when I walked in.

"You seem pretty sure that I've been here before," I responded with a smile. She laughed as if I was pulling her leg.

"How did that charger work?" she asked. Ah, so she thought I was someone else. This has happened before.

"I think you have me mistaken for someone else," I said. We had a brief conversation about how some guy had been in earlier to get a charger for his phone and that he looked and dressed just like me.

This guy looks like someone you might know.

In a world in which we all feel unique, it can be disappointed to be taken for someone else. I don't much worry about it because it has been a constant throughout my life. Currently, I am considered americanous caucasionous middle-ageous, middle-aged American white guy.

We all kind of look and dress the same. I blame Walmart - it doesn't sell a large variety of men's clothing, not that we would buy anything too flashy. I also sport the obligatory Van Dyke facial hair, gray in hue. (A Van Dyke is simply a goatee with a mustache.) 

It should be noted that this my tribe's current uniform. It'll change in a couple of years, but nothing too startling and 30 years ago we all kind of looked the same as well. It doesn't bother me that I'm mistaken for someone else, none have had a warrant or anything. As a matter of course, anyone looking at all of us would just think early 21st Century dad. I know this because I've had quite a few little kids come up to me thinking I was their dad. I guess in a few years, I'll be their grandfather.

And that is okay, too.