Unfiltered Story #28392

USA | Unfiltered | April 24, 2017

(My roommate and I are curly-haired redheads who are geeks. In spite of several inches difference in height, different body composition and her wearing glasses, people take a long time to remember that we’re not the same person. Seriously, they just remember that they know someone with curly hair who likes Star Wars for a while.

At this point, I’m in the choir seats before the services and she’s in the pews. She texts me.)

Roommate: Do you have potatoes?

Me: I just ran out.

Roommate: Darn. I was in the mood for hash browns.

Me: And I’ve been in the mood for latkes all day.

Roommate: I was just looking up latke recipes!

Me: And that’s why no one can tell us apart. That’s it. One of us is schizophrenic and the other doesn’t exist. Or we’re two manifestations of someone else’s Dissociative Identity Disorder.

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