My doppleganger.

Flew in to Chicago today, for my company's regional meeting. Somebody was sitting my seat, 13B. Apparently, he wanted to sit next to his buddy. He asked if I wouldn't mind sitting in his seat, a few rows back, 17B.

Fine.

I get back there, and the guy in 17A is wearing the same shirt as me. And this isn't exactly a non-distinctive shirt. It's a blue and purple striped shirt with a white zig-zag design in it. (I'll post a pic when I get back in town.)

So there we sat, for two hours, looking like we were wearing some sort of uniform. Now I know how girls feel at the prom. Everyone was staring at us, I swear.