We’ve all heard the old wives’ tales, and popular belief is that every person on the planet has a twin. Someone who looks just like them. A doppelganger, if you will. I’d never paid much attention to this theory before because really, what does it matter? One day, though, I was told a colleague had proof that I’d been to Edmonton despite my insistence that I’d never been out West. What follows is an eerie glimpse into the mirror and a plea for help.
Last week, I was sitting at my desk minding my own business when a coworker emailed me to ask why I hadn’t told her I was going to Edmonton. I replied with confusion: the only Canadian province I’ve ever been in besides Ontario is Quebec. My colleague quickly fired back that I most certainly HAD been to Edmonton, and that she had a screenshot as proof:
Look, it's me! Except it's NOT.
When she sent me this, my initial thought was “who the hell stole my photo and used it in a Google ad for Edmonton’s Magical Volunteer Army?” I didn’t recognize the people with me in the picture, nor the location where it was shot. I spent several long minutes examining my photo trying to pinpoint where exactly I was when it was taken, when all of a sudden the hair stood up on the back of my neck and I choked back a gasp. What I realized is that my green hat sits over my ears and doesn’t have a button on the side.
Ladies and gentlemen, please believe me when I say that that button is the only discernable proof that it isn’t me in that photo. Everything else is identical – the face, the eyes, the glasses, the length and colour of her hair, even the pigtails, style and colour of her hat is exactly the same! Don’t believe me? Judge for yourself:
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You tell me that isn’t the freakiest thing ever!
Now, it’s one thing to believe in the theory that we all have a doppelganger in the world. It’s plausible enough, I guess, considering the billions of people that have roamed, do roam, and will roam the earth. But what are the odds of finding a double that’s the same age as you, who lives in the same country as you, and who (based on the fact that she’s in some sort of volunteer army) is a do-gooder like you? That’s a lot of coinky-dink, wouldn’t you agree?
So my next task is a daunting one: I need to track this lady down and say “Hey girl, s’up with your gorgeous self?” Will you help me? Google isn’t providing too many clues, so your sage advice, gentle reader, is most welcome. Also, please circulate this article to anyone you know who lives in Edmonton or surrounding areas, in hopes of someone recognizing this mysterious twin of mine.
