This morning I had a fun little surrealistic moment. I was driving to work and I glanced at my rear view mirror to make sure I had some good situational awareness. Back there, behind me, was myself.

Anyway, someone close enough to me that I had to do a double take to regain my momentarily lost sense of self.

Behind me at that moment was the exact same green Nissan pickup with a shell and a rack and broken signal light I have, being driven by a pale guy wearing glasses with close cropped hair wearing a black t-shirt.

It sure is freaky when you lose a sense of place for a bit and you aren’t quite sure where you are. “How’d I get back there?”

I bet it was that other Scott Christensen who rents movies at Casa Video. They tell me he looks like me too.

I’m out there somewhere doing stuff I don’t know about. I hope I don’t have a better life than I do. I’d hate to feel jealous of myself.