Hahah…aw

I was in the break room at work washing my reusable cup the other day when a gentleman getting some coffee exclaimed,

“You look like someone here!”

Snarky thought: Yes, in fact, I look like myself quite a lot. I work here.

What I actually said: “Really? Who?”

“I don’t know her name, but I work with her from time to time.” Then he tries to explain to me who she is. I have no clue. I give him my name and group and walk away.

Yesterday, a woman whom I help every so often comes over to my cube, and I immediately know why she’s there.

“Someone thinks I look like your mom.”

Riotous laughter ensues. To try to make her feel better I tell her I look younger than my age, to which she responds,

“Yeah, I used to think that too, but I’m not so sure anymore.”

Talk about open mouth, insert foot. In his defense, we do bear a small resemblance to one another, but more sisterly than motherly…