Montreal: A Case of Mistaken Identity Part I
As you all know, I was recently in Montreal.
I really loved the place, and Montreal holds a significant place in my future.
However, when I was there, a curious thing happened:
The fly bartender girl greeted me with a huge smile and a “Hello again! Great to see you, how have you been?”
Which kind of seemed strange, but I didn’t think much of it, beyond the fact that people in Montreal as nice as hell.
Then a little later, when I went outside for a cancer stick, I started talking to a fly Russian girl who was also smoking.
We rapped out a while, and she asked me my name.
“Michael Mason”, I answered.
She replied, “Oh yeah, we have met before.” and showed her dental work.
I was positive we had never met before, but I didn’t really correct her either.
This kind of stuff continued to happen at least once or twice a night throughout my stay in Montreal.
Upon refection on my plane ride out of Montreal, I can only deduce one thing:
There has to be some extremely handsome, charming, dashing, sharped dressed cat in Montreal who happens to look exactly like me rolling around there.
I am guessing he has to be a club promoter or some other “man about town” by the way everyone seemed to know “him”.
But I guess that is just another reason to like Montreal.
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