This is one of those surreal things that happens occasionally in one’s life.
I turned on the news the other night in the middle of a story about a local murder of a young woman. A sad and lonely death in the stairwell of condo.
The announcer was just reporting that the murderer had been arrested, but all I heard was the last part of his name. A chill ran up my spine as I heard: “…efguy was arrested and charged with the murder of (the victim). Mr. Chefguy is a registered sex offender on the State’s sex offender website.”
Turns out that this guy’s name is very similar to mine; in fact, his last name is pronounced exactly like mine, but spelled slightly differently, and his first name is very similar to mine. For example, his name is Merle Chefgye, and mine is Earl Chefguy.
Visions of SWAT teams rappelling off my roof flashed through my mind. Mistakes of a tragic magnitude have been made in the past by overzealous cops. Even though the guy is now under arrest, I’m still nervous about it.
So the phone rings. Disembodied voice: “murdering motherfucker”. Click.
Rings again, a friend this time: “Man, is that you on the news?” “Er, no, shit-for-brains, if that was me, I would have somehow regressed to age 30, changed my name, and…oh yeah…somehow have escaped from jail and returned to my house so I could answer your stupid question.”
I’m wondering who else on the Board has had a case or near case of mistaken identity.