If you’re reading this blog, you probably know my name isn’t “Sam.” (legally, it isn’t “Matt” either, but whatever) You may also know, but it’s not as apparent, that my day job is in Boston’s Financial District. Well this morning on my way to work I walked by a man in a suit. He didn’t seem like the hurried kind of business man that normally populate the area, probably because it was closer to 10 than 9am. He was also very cordial, as I walked by him he said “Morning, Sam!” though I had never met the man. I’ve seen my share of doppelgangers before, but I must have really reminded this guy of someone named Sam.
Anyways, Sam got me thinking, this kind of thing must happen all the time. I never said anything back to the man because I figured he saw someone past me or next to me that was named Sam, but after he passed me I looked around and couldn’t find anyone. He must think that Sam snubbed him. The man seemed jovial enough that he wouldn’t be mad about it, but what if he was the kind of guy to get mad at things like that? I sure hope no one I know has said “hi” to Sam on the street thinking he was me, then when they get no response are upset with me. Then… Well, after much reflection, I realized I wasn’t important enough for people to care if I said “hi” to them. Not really sad, but true.
