There are some people, perhaps those too much into science fiction who believe that everyone has an exact double somewhere in the world. I think I may have found mine in far-off Hardin County.
A few years ago, I went in a barber shop in Elizabethtown. The lone barber invited me to a chair and asked, “Will that be the usual?”
I explained that I’d never been in before and the barber answered, “I’m sorry, I thought you were a teacher from over at Central. You look just like him.” Mistaken identity, no big deal.