Petrol Station A3

If you were that biker at the petrol station last night and I kept smiling at you until you asked if I was ok…sorry about that - I thought you were someone else…

And Westy…

You have a twin out there…seriously, I thought he was you…I was wondering whether you just couldn’t remember who I was!

It was definately one of those wierd moments! lmao :laugh:

Does anyone else ever get those wierd ones where you call out to someone, and they’re so not who you think they are, so you kinda have to look behind you as if someone else called out? :blink: :laugh:

you can sit and smile at me all you like Moley

no problemo. I’m used to mistaking me for someone else.

:wink:

I’m often mistaken for Brad Pitt:D:D:D

more like Uncle Albert out of only fools and horses…:D:w00t::wink:

Grim calls him Greengrass because he calls him Rodders :DAnyway Westie I always mistake you for one of those guys on the Calvin Klein ads :w00t:

oh i say yes i often get mistaken for one of the mogels…:D:P

Yes, I’ve had that happen to me a few times. Couple of the best ones are as follows:visiting my family up in Jockistan (Scotland for the geography illiterate) popped into a local supermarket and seen one of my sisters before she seen me, sneeked up and grabbed her trolley whilst she was browsing the shelves and done a runner with it, got to the end of the aisle and turned around to see my sister walk off completely unaware with a BASKET and some strange woman hands on hips glaring at me!!! Doh!!!

Another good 'n was when I walked into the dining hall in work and seen what I thought was one of my best mates bent over the hotplate checking out the soup, same size (he was a big un) amd same corps belt, so I proceeded to sneak up o him and kick him square in the hoop, no, it wasn’t him…

shando

:laugh:

lmao!

lmao!

I often get mistaken by slightly drunken people at gigs for some old rock muso whose name they’ve forgotten, normally a guitarist and i don’t play guitar but i don,t have to admit that to the nice lookin ladies do i ?.:slight_smile:

On the not so good side i was in tesco once and must have been wearing the same trousers as some little kids dad or sumthing cos the dribbling manic toddler fell over in front of me ,picked itself up crying and then wrapped itself round my leg screaming to be picked up :w00t:
NO, NO, NO…I HATE SCREAMING KIDS.

A sober woman at a recent BBQ thought something similar

Strange, that…I thought you were a dead ringer for a shot putter from Eastern Europe. :laugh

Seriously, Mole…I’d have no issues if you wanted to mistake me for someone else and have a look…bring your violin too, ok? We could make an evening of it. :laugh: :smiley: