Went with the P-man today to a birthday party at the U of C gymnastics centre. It was a lot of fun with kids running all over the padded gym climbing on various pieces of equipment. There was one instructor for all 20-something kids so the parents that stayed served as spotters, supervisors and general helpers. P. had an awesome time and it was another great opportunity for him to bond a bit more with his still new-ish classmates. He particularly liked the rings, swinging back and forth on them.
At one point in the day another one of the parents who I hadn't met yet came up and started to ask me questions about the facility, the equipment, etc. that I really didn't have the answers to. I wasn't quite sure why he was asking me and I certainly didn't have answers for him, so I suggested he ask the instructor who worked there. At which point he said that he had mistaken me for being someone who worked there. Yes, that's right, he mistook me for a gymnastics instructor, which is so absurd that I struggled to not start laughing. (Which I'm sure he would've misinterpreted as me laughing at him; I've learned that one the hard way)
Second to people insisting that we've met before ("Trust me, we haven't," has become my stock reply), this is the second most frequent odd mistake strangers make about me in daily interactions. At least when I'm in a good place inside; when I'm down or not feeling particularly "myself" it never happens. So I guess that's a good sign?
Though it is a little unnerving at times to be walking through a book store or some such and have some complete and random stranger come up and start asking where such-and-such would be found or what the price on a given thing is. It always takes me a few moments to figure out what's really going on, prior to which I usually try and come up with an answer for them as my mind spins a bit. Which only makes the interaction more bizarre.
This is why I always ask someone if they work there before I start peppering them with customer type questions. And besides, that's why they put the workers in uniforms: to tell them apart from innocents like me.
Though I suppose this is an improvement over when I was younger (young?) and it was fairly routine for security to follow me around through stores. I was, after all, so menacing and dodgy looking back then. *smirk*
What sort of odd things do people mistake you for being / doing?