A friend of mine from the '80s called me last weekend. "I just saw your doppelganger eating lunch in Loring Park," he said.
"Interesting," I said.
"I tried to talk to her but she ran away."
"Uh huh," I said.
"It was your doppelganger, right? It wasn't you?"
"No, it wasn't me."
"Because if it was you and you ran away I'd be really pissed."
"It wasn't me," I said.
The next day I was clothes-shopping with a friend of mine from work and she said "When I was at the downtown library I saw your doppelganger walking out of a bathroom. She looked exactly like you except she had blonde hair."
"Interesting," I said.
A couple of days later I ran into one of my ex-boyfriends at Whole Foods.
"Nancy," he said. "Yesterday I saw your doppelganger working at a coffeehouse on Grand Avenue."
"Really?" I said.
"She looked exactly like you except taller and younger."
"Which coffeehouse? I want to go see her."
"Oh, she wasn't working at the coffeehouse. She was a customer working on her laptop."
In the next few days my doppelganger was sighted driving a MINI Cooper near Lake of the Isles, dancing at Lee's liquor Lounge, buying milk in Chanhassen, starring in a 1970's situation comedy, and eating Swedish meatballs at Ikea.
My doppelganger sure is one gal about town.
