Yesterday before class while I was sitting in the lounge, I heard a voice say, "Ashley!" then "Ashley!" again, a little more insistently. "Excuse me." I looked up. "Ashley?"
"No..."
"I'm sorry, you look exactly like a lady I had a class with."
"No, I'm not Ashley."
"Well, sorry. You look exactly like her, though"
The punchline is that she did have a class with me once, the class that made me switch my major. She was possibly the most vile woman I've ever had the misfortune to have a class with. I was even in her group that term!
A friend in that class had warned me about her when she saw I had been placed in vile's group. She had tried to rip my friend off on some photos my friend had taken for her, then complained about her to the dean the next time they had a class together. After spending time with the woman, I could totally see that happening.
Lucky for me, I'm not Ashley.
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