That awkward moment when someone mistakes you for a famous person
Oh. My. God.
So I’m at the mall. Minding my own business. You know, checking out the sales and stuff. When, suddenly, this little teeny bopper (she was like 12 yrs old) looks at me, does a double take, slaps her hand over her mouth, and proceeds to “omgfreakout” (like only 12 year olds can).
She grabs her two friends and whispers something to them. Then they all stare, point, giggle, and whisper. Meanwhile, as all this is happening, I (as discreet as possible) try to remove myself from their presence, all while noting how these three little girls are sneaking after me between the shelves of garments at half price. I think I finally lost them somewhere on the escalators in H&M.
Two theories here. Either they read my blog and recognized me from the gazillion selfies I’ve put my readers through here.
Or they thought I was Loreen.
I love my bangs, but this is getting out of hand.