Do you ever wonder how many people own the same articles of clothing that you have in your closet? Not just similar pieces but I mean the exact same pieces? I do. Not because I run into people wearing them same things in real life but on the internet I almost always see the same item on three to four people. I’m quite aware that I’m not the only one buying Target dresses so I know that someday I am likely to show up to some place and be wearing the same thing as someone else who obviously has great taste.
Well, that day arrived. I wore the same plaid Target shirt as someone else. Was it on a person my age? No. 15 years older? Nope. 30? Nope. WERE THEY ALIVE WHEN COLOR TV WAS A THING? Incredibly, no. That’s right, a 89 year old woman and I showed up to eat some mouth-watering sliders from the Cozy Inn in Salina, Kansas in the same shirt.
The worst part? It kind of looked even better on her. She had that plaid shirt on lock.
I though that maybe she didn’t notice. Maybe she couldn’t drive herself so that’s why she was with her daughter who was older than my mom. But life doesn’t work like that, she noticed. She smiled at me and looked at my shirt. (Side note: I thought she was looking at my chest and I got super self conscious because anyone who has any sort of boob knows the risks that wearing a button down shirt have.)
She looked at me and smiled, “Hey!”
I smiled back, feeling myself blush. “Hi!”
“Same song, different shirt,” she replied.
She cleared her throat, “SAME SONG, DIFFERENT SHIRT!”
“OH!” – me, now blushing because all of the people around us were now aware that we were clearly wearing the same shirt.
We went back to eating our lunch and like two awkward children who were crushing on each other, snuck glances back and forth to see if the other was looking. Both of us were. Every. Single.Time.
It’s somewhat poetic that we were eating Cozy Inn sliders, fast food (ish) and wearing the same fast fashion shirt.
And that ladies and gentlemen is what it’s like to wear the same shirt as an old lady and she totally calls you out.