Just another face in the crowd

By Kristen Tribe | Published Wednesday, September 20, 2017

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Not to alarm anyone, but apparently I have a band of look-alikes loose in the world.

Although I’ve never seen one, everyone else – friends, family members and complete strangers – spot them on a regular basis.

The most recent sighting was at a Texas Rangers game. Messenger Publisher Roy Eaton and his wife, Jeannine, spotted me just a few rows in front of them.

“Her hair was a little longer, but from the side, she looked just like you,” Roy said.

Kristen Tribe

Kristen Tribe

I also attend their Fort Worth church, singing in the choir, which gives Roy a chuckle every Sunday. This summer we attended a wedding in Houston. We didn’t know many of the guests but made quick friends with those seated at our table during the reception. After about 15 minutes of conversation, a man at the table asked: “Are you sure we haven’t met before? You look really familiar.”

I told him we hadn’t, but “I get that all the time.” It’s become comical.

Two weeks ago I walked into an antique store on the square, and the clerk said I looked “like the lady in the Academy commercial.”

“The one that’s the press conference?” I asked with a laugh.

“Yeah. The mom … I think it’s your hat.”

I had just come from my son’s cross country meet and was dressed accordingly, ball cap hiding pre-dawn, don’t care hair.

I’ve been told I look “just like” a co-worker’s sister-in-law and a fellow 4-H mom’s best friend from back home. She went so far as to show me a picture, and I have to admit, we did look similar.

Last summer a little boy mistook me for his aunt.

I was sitting outside the Decatur High School theater making phone calls while my daughter was inside rehearsing for her studio’s annual ballet performance. A little boy, whose sister was also rehearsing, kept running by me, smiling every time. He’d hide behind someone and peek around, grinning at me, simply playing like little kids do. I was surprised because although I know this family, I didn’t know this little guy that well. I’m better acquainted with his mom and sister and didn’t think he’d know or recognize me.

Eventually he ran back in the auditorium and emerged moments later with his dad, whom I’d never met. The little boy peeked from the theater door, smiled at me and pointed. His dad looked at me, then down at his son before sauntering over.

With a laugh he said, “My son was convinced you were his Aunt Hattie. I kept telling him Hattie is six hours away, but he was so sure I decided I had to come see for myself.

“You do look a little like her.”

What was once an occasional occurrence has become frequent in recent months, and although I’ve never seen one of my look-alikes, even my husband has spotted one.

Just last week I received the following text from him.

“Are you at the middle school?” I wasn’t. It was his day to pick up the kids, and I was sitting at my desk, writing. He said he didn’t think it was me, but there was a woman in a car like mine and “from the side she looked just like you.”

At this point, I wish I could put all these look-alikes to work. Another Kristen or two would be helpful. So if you see one, send her my way.

I can’t wait to see where I show up next.

Kristen Tribe is editor of the Messenger.

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