Hey Sarah!

This is Sarah.

I should state for the record that she was not in Visalia, California yesterday, so she was not at The Visalia Mall, eating lunch in a Red Robin with some friends.

I thought she was. I was in the Red Robin with some friends and my wife, coffeesister, and I thought Sarah was sitting over at the next table.

So I shouted, “Hey Sarah!”

It would have been odd, had it been her. This is because we worked together at a hotel in Palm Springs, where she was a front desk agent and I was a security guy, but neither of us work there now and she’s gone on to stay with family in a small town in the high desert, far away from Visalia.

So yesterday I’m like, “What in the heck is Sarah doing HERE?” because she was sitting at a table full of people who I’d never seen before and she was being all cuddly with some guy I’d never seen before, not that I know much about her friends and family but we’ve kept in touch on Facebook and I’ve seen all her pictures which include the last guy she dated and that wasn’t him.

So, yeah.. it was weird seeing her there, but I figured she’d look over and wave and say, “Well HI stranger!” because Sarah would say something like that, and then after a little hug we’d all marvel at what a small world it is and she’d introduce me to her latest beau, who happens to live in her small town in the high desert but HIS FAMILY is from Visalia so that’s who they’re visiting and they all decided to go out to Red Robin at The Visalia Mall.

Except when I said, “Hey Sarah!” she turned around and it wasn’t her.

This girl was clearly Hispanic, and Sarah – the REAL Sarah – is German-ish. I’d been looking at her from the side, and in profile she looked EXACTLY LIKE THE REAL SARAH.

But when she turned around to look at me, which means her name must have been Sarah too, because why else would she have turned to look, she was clearly Hispanic.

So I instantly made like I was telling a story to the party at my table, wherein I continued with, “..so when Sarah turned to look, I said, ‘Hey you have a rabbit on your head!” and they all laughed and the Hispanic Sarah figured it was just a loud-mouthed guy telling a dumb story which was totally believable, because that’s what I am all of the time, and that’s even what this blog post is today.

By the way, young single guys, Sarah is single too, and she’s on Facebook.

Go for it.

Just don’t take her to a Red Robin – they’re full of loud-mouthed guys telling dumb stories.

UPDATE..!

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