I guess we all have our doubles. I have at least one, possibly two.
Way back in the day when I was an undergrad, several of my classmates stopped by my breakfast table one Sunday morning to ask me why I didn't tell them I could sing. Sing? Me? It turns out they had gone to some little cafe in the Village (as in Greenwich Village) the night before and heard "me" singing. It took me a lot to convince them I was snug in my little bed when I was allegedly performing.
The other incident was freakier. My uncle, who's known me since birth, was a faculty member at the Univesity of Rochester for many years in the language department. One semester he started a class taking note of his new students and stopped dead when he saw "me" front and center. If he hadn't known for a fact I was 90 miles away in Auburn he would have sworn I was there.
Fortunately or unfortunately I've never run into "myself" in either Rochester or the greater NY metro. But at this point it wouldn't surprise me.
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