There’s a lady in my Master Gardener (MG) class who reminds me far too much of Evil Coworker (EC) from my last job. EC pretty much made my last job a living Hell, so you can probably imagine that seeing her twin (ECT) show up at MG training was unsettling. ECT has the same build, facial features, haircut, glasses, little string that holds the glasses on, and way of moving as EC. That would be bad enough, but ECT also has the exact same air of superiority that made me want to strangle EC.

I’m trying to tell myself, whenever the urge to strangle ECT arises, that I don’t know this new lady. She’s quite possibly very nice. It’s not her fault she so closely resembles EC that I am tempted to approach her and ask her if she has any relatives in Michigan. This internal conversation isn’t working too well so far. No, I haven’t tried to wrap my hands around her throat, but I cringe each and every time I see her or hear her speak. Maybe I can convince her to dye her hair hot pink or to slouch a little bit in her chair instead of perching on the edge of it as though each and every vertebrae in her body was fused together?