I’m sure we’ve all been caught in a conversation with someone we don’t know, whereupon when one of you has remarked, “Oh, I guess I’ve just got one of those faces.” But the thing is, I really do have one of those faces.
I’ve genuinely lost count of the number of times I’ve met people who’ve said, “Weren’t you in that thing I saw?”, “Are you sure you weren’t at my school?” or “You were definitely on last night’s Crimewatch.” It’s something I’ve learned to live with, and my “I guess I’ve just got one of those faces” face, is right up there with the best of them.
The point I’m making, I suppose, is that being mistaken for someone I’m not, is not a particularly uncommon occurrence for me, and it rarely offends me. Unlike the last time.
Now, I don’t dress up to do my shopping. I’ve seen Cougar Town, so I know there are certain women who like to trap young eligible men like me in every aisle, so I feel it is best that I don’t offer them unnecessary encouragement them by dressing up, so I go to the supermarket in my skivvies when I am doing my weekly shop. I was wearing a sweater and jeans, for the record.
“Excuse me,” said the older gentleman behind me.
I ignored him at first, because there was simply no way he could be talking to me. I hadn’t brought an old person with me, so he definitely wasn’t mine.
“Excuse me,” he said again, tapping me on the shoulder this time. I turned to face him, quizzically.
“I wondered if you could tell me where the tomatoes are?” he asked.
I was shocked! Not only had be mistaken me for a Tesco employee, but so confident was he in his assertion that he had mistaken me for an OFF DUTY Tesco employee! I was mortified.
“I don’t work here!” I corrected him, firmly, but politely.
He stared at me blankly, before slowly raising his hand and pointing to the tomatoes in my trolley.
“I saw you’d got some, and I wondered where you got them from,” he asked, somewhat sheepishly.
This embarrassing episode could so easily have been prevented if only he’d had the foresight to preface his question with, “I know you don’t work here, but…” or even, “I couldn’t help but notice you have some tomatoes in your trolley…” But no. He had to make be believe he’d mistaken me for an off duty supermarket worker.
Fortunately I went about the rest of my weekly shop free from both old people and cougars.