The last thing you expect is to find that your evil twin is working as a cashier at Wal*Mart.
We stared at each other across the aisle. Here he was, a mirror-likeness of myself, except that he was missing roughly 100 pounds. Our blond hair pointed crazily in every direction while our blue eyes searched the other's face for some hint as to why our worlds had been momentarily tipped on their sides.
Mechanically he scanned each item and put them in bags. We didn't say anything. What could we say? "Wow, you look a lot like me" didn't seem quite appropriate, and "do I know you" would have probably made us laugh, though I imagine neither of us could have explained why.
We nodded to one-another, quietly acknowledging that something strange was going on, that had our lives gone slightly differently, we would have looked like the exact same person, whether it had been because he had found fatty foods more enjoyable, or I liked playing sports a bit more than I actually do. We both saw the similarities outweighed the differences, but knew that to say something out loud would ruin the strange connection we were experiencing.
It was only after we left, as my friend was driving away, that two realizations came crashing down on me:
1) I am adopted, and we were in the city of my birth. This man could very well have been my brother.
~This rocked my to my core. Not that it could be true, but that I hadn't realized something while in the store, that I had said nothing. Still, it wasn't nearly as shocking as the second realization that slapped me across the face.
2) I had the goatee, and he was clean-shaven. I was the evil twin.