Doppelganger is our prompt today from The Daily Post.
I’ve done a couple of lookalikes posts before, so I’m cheating a bit by mentioning them here and here. If you want a bit of humour, you can try this one too .
However, I don’t think I’ve mentioned this one before, which is actually a vehicle!
No, nothing like you can have any colour you like as long as it’s black, and not our Yugos from yesteryear that caused so much confusion (and fun) on our treasure hunts.
This is about a blue Hiace pick-up truck that belonged to my Dad.
It was the first brand new vehicle my Dad had ever owned, and whilst he couldn’t stretch to having it sign written for his building business, it was the only one like it in the vicinity and his pride and joy.
Mum and I were laden down with shopping and struggling up the hill (one of many on the way home) when Dad passed us in his truck.
I raised one arm but the truck disappeared in a wisp of blue and we got home some twenty minutes later. Dad had his feet up with a cuppa, but helped us unload our purchases.
Mum said he could have stopped to help us and Dad looked blank saying he hadn’t been home long and hadn’t seen us.
A week or so later, the same thing happened, and Mum was far from happy as she was on her own. Dad denied all knowledge, and so in order to ensure we were not going mad, we memorised his registration number.
Sure enough, the truck passed us again as we were struggling home and this time Dad got an earful.
He was proven not guilty of ignoring us though when we were altogether and saw a blue Hiace identical to Dad’s parked outside a house three roads away.
The only difference was that Dad’s numbers were 203 and this one was 205, and when passing, it was indeed difficult to tell the two apart.