Hey you look just like ....

I've survived my full week at work and most of my organisational plans worked well. I have to fine tune the cooking and freezing process but we're all fed, clean and happy so we made it through the week unscathed. I've even come home with a humorous tale to tell, hope you enjoy it.

So you already know I teach adults. This means that I meet tonnes of different people every year. It one part of my job that I love, the mix of people and the stories they tell are just wonderful. Because I meet so many people it's inevitable that every now and again I take a look at someone and I think 'wow, you really look like xx celebrity or xx business person.'

A few years ago I worked with a lady and each day I would look at her and not be able to put my finger on who she reminded me of. One day I was talking to her and suddenly the resemblance to a certain celebrity burst into my mind. I looked at her and she looked at me and just as I blurted out 'I know who you look like!' she also blurted out 'don't even say what you are about to say.' But it was too late. She knew that I knew, and everyone else was bursting with curiosity to know too. The problem was she looked just like.................

Yep, Bette Midler. Which was far from complimentary for a 30-something woman. Poor thing. I felt so bad.

So this week I delivered a course which lasted three days. On the first day a man walked in, who we'll call Frankfurt. Frankfurt was late and as soon as I saw him my inner voice was saying 'he looks like money' 'no wait, he looks like royalty. That's it, royalty.' Throughout the day I was debating with myself  'who DOES he look like? Why is he so familiar?' 'And why does he always seem like he is talking down his nose to me?'

So Frankfurt, as well as being late the first day, also didn't show up on the second day. Nor did he call or let anyone know. He just didn't arrive. This is a pretty odd occurrence, as most students whose employers have paid x thousands of dollars for them to come are far from happy with no-shows.

Fast forward to today and Frankfurt reappears. Apparently he was 'busy' yesterday. Then he decides that he simply cannot stay until the end of the course and must leave early. And just as he was walking past me to leave it hits me, and I open my mouth to blurt out 'I KNOW WHO YOU LOOK LIKE!' Thank goodness at that moment common-sense prevailed and instead I was bursting with internal laughter knowing that this guy looks exactly like a living, breathing version of .....

Ahh Lord Farquaad I presume. Could it be more apt!