Dear Friends,
Last night, I was having dinner with my son at Mashu Mashu (gotta feed the kid if I want him to hang out with me!) A very charming man kept smiling at me. Being the polite person that I am, I smiled back. (I’m very polite!)
After a while, when my son stepped out to smoke, the charming man got up, pretending to get a saltshaker from the next table. I knew he wanted to take a better look at me. He smiled again. I smiled back which encouraged him to come forward and ask shyly, “Is your name Andrea?”
“No!" I said. I was not smiling, anymore!
On my way out, I told my son I was going to talk to the guy at the next table; if it was going to embarrass him he should leave the restaurant before me - he went out for another cigarette!
I approached the charming man, leaned forward and asked: “Did you mean Andrea as in Andrea Martin?"
He turned red. "I’m sorry, do you get this a lot?"
“Don’t feel bad” I said, "89 percent of Canadians think I’m her!"
Although I really get annoyed when people mistake me for Andrea Martin, mainly because I think I’m much better looking, I have to remain very grateful to this apparently uncanny resemblance to her. For the longest time, I thought people looked and smiled at me because they found me attractive! Thirty years ago, that misconception gave a young immigrant girl just enough self-confidence to feel good in a new country!
I have never gotten into any special clubs or received anything for free on this account, but, that’s fine; I’m vain, with low standards. I remain grateful for being looked and smiled at, even if it’s a matter of a mistaken identity!
Have an incomparable day, everyone!
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