I’m convinced there are generic people–substitutions for the real thing, put on earth to resemble other people. Almost as good as the real thing, sometimes the match is exact to the point of one asking, “Don’t I know you from somewhere? Aren’t you Roger Jackson, SJHS, class of ’82?”
“You must be mistaken. I’ve never seen you before in my life,” Replied the irritated stranger. Any conversation beyond that point would have been considered stalking.
In this crazy mix of doppelgängers, the generic person’s destiny was fulfilled. Near-matches destined to embarrass–create moments of awkwardness.
There’s also the possibility both parties were generic and not about to reveal their true purposes.
Of course there are those lucky/unlucky enough to resemble celebrities. They work for talent agencies as celebrity doubles.
There’s supposed to be a double for everyone, out there somewhere. Nobody cares if one resembles Joe or Jane Schmo from Anywhere, USA.