This weekend there were 2 Lindsays on the mountain. Saturday morning, my phone rang, and it was Mike. He was standing 10 feet away. He asked what I was up to. I responded, enthusiastically "I'm at Mountain Jam dude!" He responded "Where you been?" I said, "Ummmm....I'm right next to you! These are weird questions." He looked around, saw me, and realized he'd called the wrong Lindsay.
Tonight, I got two emails from A. The first a picture of him in high school with the caption "Your wish is my command". Then immediately after a retraction, saying sorry, sent you the wrong email, followed by a series of pictures of the OTHER Lindsay.
How all of these Mikes and Pats work through the world on a daily basis is beyond me!