So, I get the whole “do I know you from somewhere?” thing a lot.
Case in point–last week, Prime Design Solutions met with Johnstown Magazine for an upcoming story on our company (tentatively to be published in June). The person interviewing us thought she knew me from somewhere, but we’d never met before. When we bought my bike on Friday, the sales guy thought he knew me from somewhere, but we’d never met before. Today, I took a few pairs of pants to the local seamstress to be hemmed. She thought she knew me from somewhere, but we’d never met before. Do you see a theme here?
Certainly, this is not the first time this has happened, or I wouldn’t be bringing it up. But, that’s definitely the most times it has happened in this short of a time span.
Either I must look like half of the women out there (though I must say that I’ve never run into myself while out and about) or I’m leading a double life (maybe that’s why I’m so tired all of the time).