Being a twin myself, I never thought that one day I would be a victim of a twin-induced accident.

There I was, casually looking for a book at NBS on an uneventful Friday evening. I became quickly frustrated of not finding it quickly enough, so I figured I would just ask a saleslady and be done with it. “Where’s Catcher In The Rye?” I asked a sleepy saleslady. Startled by my question and not knowing where the book was, she quickly glanced over the shelves in a futile attempt to find it herself. “Who’s the author?” she asked. “J.D. Salinger” I mumbled. At this point, a girl beside the saleslady overheard me; she pointed and said that it’s just on the other side of the shelf. I hastily went to the other side and lo and behold there it was. I was there a minute ago but didn’t saw the book. I looked over the shelf and realized that the girl was gone. So I went straight to the cashier to pay for it. And as luck would have it, there she was, standing in line. I went behind her line and thanked her for helping me find the book.

“What book?!” she said snobbishly. I pointed to her the book I was holding to enlighten her of the good deed she just did. But all I got was a look like I was some psycho. I thought, she was just so nice to me a minute ago and now she’s acting like a brat. I just let it pass as a bad case of a moody personality. I wanted to leave the line but luckily didn’t. After paying for her books, I noticed her wait for someone outside the bookstore. Then it’s my time to pay for my book. When I was about to leave the bookstore premises, my jaw dropped to the floor as I saw, right there in front of me, twins! I quickly regain composure to redeem myself and try to once again give thanks to the rightful twin. When the correct twin looked at me, I wave the book to her, smiled and said thank you. She smiled back.