Have You Ever Stumbled Upon Your Doppelgänger?

Oh, you know that feeling when you see someone your own age and think, “Blimey, surely I don’t look that old… do I?” 😅
Let me tell you about what happened to my mate:
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I’m Evelyn. I was waiting at the bus stop in Manchester, and when I hopped on, I spotted the driver’s ID badge. His full name was there—and it clicked.
Suddenly, I remembered this tall, gorgeous lad with dark hair I fancied rotten back in secondary school… must’ve been 35 years ago now.
For a second, I thought:
“Could it really be him? The boy I had a massive crush on?”
But when I got a proper look at the driver, I shook it off.
He was bald, going grey, with wrinkles and a bit of a tum—looked so much older!
Still, I had to ask.
I said,
—‘Scuse me, did you happen to go to St. Mary’s Secondary?
—Aye, I did! he grinned.
—What year did you leave?
—1982… Why’s that?
So I just came out with it:
—Well, we were in the same year!
He gave me this long, proper stare…
And then…
THIS BLOKE…
BALD,
GREY,
WRINKLED,
A BIT ROUND THE MIDDLE,
WITH TIRED EYES AND A SLOW WALK…
LOOKED AT ME AND SAID:
—And what did you teach, miss?
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😑
From that day on, I’ve never judged a book by its cover.
But I’ll tell you what… I made sure my outfit was bang on trend next time I left the house! 😉
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Honestly, doesn’t that just sting a bit? 😆