A Quick Postal Anecdote

I walked into the Post Office the other day to mail some stuff.

(Of course I was mailing stuff when I went to the Post Office. Don't mind me. I'm a moron.)

I hadn't been in there for more than a minute when a guy came right up to me, held up a pen, and matter-of-factly said: "Here's your pen. Thanks for letting me use this." He seemed quite certain that I had lent him the pen.

I was quite certain that I hadn't.

"I'm sorry, this isn't my pen."

Now finding myself curious as to who he could have confused me with, I watched the man as he took the pen back and began scanning the room for the owner. I really should have guessed it beforehand; I knew it as soon as that look of recognition swept across his face and I saw who he was looking at. He crossed the room and handed the pen to the actual owner-- the other Asian man that happened to be there. When he saw me with a resigned smirk on my face, he shrugged his shoulders as if to say "well, you do look alike."

I don't see why I can't get away with this when I don't recognize a white person that I'm supposed to at church.