EVER been mistaken for, or compared to, someone famous or important? It’s happened to me twice.
The first was at the turn of the century when I was about 15kg lighter, had a lot more hair, a bit of a stutter and a pale complexion.
“Hugh Grant, you look like Hugh Grant,” said some folk.
Yes, I know, ridiculous.
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I suspect it may have been the fumbling, bumbling, awkward manner plus the completely irrational fear of commitment (marriage) more than anything else.
It was fun being a doppelganger for a while, but those days are long gone.
My fall from Doppelganger A List status was made ever so startlingly apparent when I popped in at Wimpy to get a takeaway coffee the other day.
I was wearing one of my new favourite shirts, given to me by my mother in law for Christmas.
It’s red and black in colour, checked in style, with a dash of white.
A couple walked in and greeted me politely. They were soon joined by 15 more folk.
A waitress arrived armed with menus. “Table for 17,” the man said.
They all filed in as I stood waiting for my coffee, standing at the door.
The couple was last to walk to the table, with the man nodding to me and saying ‘thank you’.
It was at that point I realised my shirt almost exactly matched those worn by the staff and he must have thought I was a manager or someone important. All I needed was a name tag!
It got me thinking.
While Hugh is famous and all, the real heroes in life are the unsung ones, those who go to work every day, greeting visitors with warm smiles and doing their out-of-the-limelight jobs to the best of their ability.
The work they do and the contributions they make to helping life on the South Coast tick along merrily should never be taken for granted.
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