Last Sunday morning I stopped at Starbucks for a grande-vanilla-latte-extra-hot. I was still a bit weary-eyed from too little sleep the night before. In the line just in front of me was someone I thought I knew. She had the same hair style and color and the same coat and height. From a quick glance it was definitely Haley. I said "Haley!" from behind her… but she didn’t turn around. So I did what any determined-extroverted-encourager would do in my situation: I took out my gloves and whacked her in the back. You know, just to say hello.
Well, this someone I thought was Haley turned around and looked at me with gaped astonishment. The only thing I could think to say was "Oops. You’re not Haley." This someone said, "You don’t know me… and yet you just whacked me on the back with your gloves." All I could say was, "Yes, that’s true. I’m a dolt."
No moral to this tale, friends. Just real life according to my deficiencies.