When Suzanne and I were waiting to get on our plane home from the Nashville airport, Bow Tie o’ the Day asked, “Did we bring Gary on our vacation?” I was pretty sure we hadn’t brought him, even though I knew Gary and my Sister Who Wishes To Remain Nameless would have enjoyed Nashville to no end.
I looked around our boarding gate area to see what Bow Tie was talking about, and I saw this flannel shirt guy apparently stretching his legs before boarding his next plane. He circled the terminal for about an hour, and every time he strolled close to us, he caught my eye. He dressed like Gary. Beard, glasses, hat—same. He even walked like Gary walks. Golly, he was Gary’s doppelgänger!
Whether airport guy was the good twin or the evil twin, I don’t know. Perhaps I should have asked him which twin he was. Gary’s always been a decent man to me and my family. Heck, he’s been a happy-to-fix-it hubby to me and Suzanne. I’m betting he’s the good twin. But now that I know for sure Gary has a doppelgänger, I’m keeping a sharper eye on him and his deeds—just in case he’s the bad seed.