re: Doppelganger Stories

I went to the Ty Cobb museum in Royston, GA one time. It's a small museum in his home town. The only other person in there was the girl who worked there, who seemed very friendly. She kept staring at me as I wandered through the exhibits and asked me several times if I needed help, or if she could get me anything, or something. I was starting to wonder what was up, when she said, "You're not XYZ, are you?" Apparently, she thought I looked just like someone she knew from that area.