When we got our first Jeep back in 1998, I immediately noticed how many Jeeps were on the road. Clearly, they didn't suddenly materialize on the road the day after we got ours; they were there all along and I just never noticed before. The same thing happened when we upgraded Jeeps a few years later (interestingly, the opposite happened back in December when we traded the Jeep in on a Pacifica - we saw them all over the place before, but seemingly not so much now).
I was waiting to fly out from Fort Wayne last Tuesday when I saw (at a distance, and from behind) someone who looked so much like a co-worker I wanted to call out his name just to check. Maybe that put me in the appropriate frame of mind, because over the next several hours and two airports, I saw dead ringers for the following people:
- My sister who lives in San Francisco (ironically, boarding a flight to SFO)
- Amber from Survivor
- Two other co-workers
- Ronnie Lott
- Caroline Kennedy (at age 21)
Yeah - you're a whack-job.
Yes, Ockam's Razor does point me in that direction, but I was wondering if there was a more universal explanation (and no, "Everyone's a whack-job" doesn't count).