Mistaken identity

The Dogs Bollix

I was at an ATM machine yesterday when some bloke came up behind me and thought i was his friend and thought it would be funny to pull a prank and put his fingers/hand into my back and have a few words with me. I haven't a clue what he said as i wearing ear phones but i got the fright of my life thinking he wanted to rob me. He was a nice bloke after that.

So have you ever mistook someone for someone else or have you ever been mistaken for someone else.

Penny Tration

Was in cork shopping one day on a trip to visit a friend. Some girl came up behind me at a traffic light (was waiting to cross) and kicked me really hard in the backside. I turned around ready to punch the fcuker that kicked me around, to be met with a bright red face, dropped jaw and profuse apologies because she'd thought I was her best friend :pac:

Lisha

A long time ago when I was a teenager my sister came out of a shop dressing room wearing a very slutty top. I said 'no way are you wearing that rag anywhere'

Next thing I heard my sister laughing behind me. I'd called out a complete stranger on her skanky taste in clothes.

I was mortified

Andre 3000

Accidentally kissed my ex girlfriend's twin sister one night....yeah that was a fond memory of the relationship

The Randy Riverbeast

I've been mistaken for a drug dealer a few times. Turns out there's a guy who looks like me and sells drugs.

Poor Uncle Tom

The Randy Riverbeast wrote: »

I've been mistaken for a drug dealer a few times. Turns out there's a guy who looks like me and sells drugs.

Hah! if we don't buy it, the cops certainly won't.....:D

ThinkProgress

I've been mistaken for a famous person twice in my life.

The gas thing is, on both occasions they weren't sure exactly which famous person I was... lol

I just got whispers of "I've seen that guy, he's famous/on TV" haha

The Randy Riverbeast

ThinkProgress wrote: »

I've been mistaken for a famous person twice in my life.

The gas thing is, on both occasions they weren't sure exactly which famous person I was... lol

I just got whispers of "I've seen that guy, he's famous/on TV" haha

Crimewatch maybe?

anvilfour

The Dogs Bollix wrote: »

I was at an ATM machine yesterday when some bloke came up behind me and thought i was his friend and thought it would be funny to pull a prank and put his fingers/hand into my back and have a few words with me. I haven't a clue what he said as i wearing ear phones but i got the fright of my life thinking he wanted to rob me. He was a nice bloke after that.

So have you ever mistook someone for someone else or have you ever been mistaken for someone else.

It's a good thing he didn't mistake you for a relative, otherwise you'd have been shot...!

hatrickpatrick

Was absolutely fucked off my tits in Krystle Nightclub around two years ago and was scoring this incredibly hot brunette. Went to the jacks, when I came back I sat back down, put my arm around the woman and we started wearing the face off eachother again.

Five minutes later, the woman I had actually been scoring got back from the bar with the cocktail she had bought us to share as a surprise. She very slowly and deliberately downed the whole thing in one go while never breaking eye contact with me, threw the empty glass on the ground shattering it to pieces, and stormed off. Mortified, I prepared to try and explain to this other girl I'd never met (who was surely only seconds away from erupting in an entirely justified "you feckin' creep" rage) why I'd randomly started scoring her... When she shrugged, put her arm around me, and carried on scoring me as if nothing had happened.

Buona Fortuna

Couple of years back was up the high st and saw some big old bird, a dead ringer for the mother in law.

I got ready to goose her up the ass. She'd be mad, but not in a law enforcement type of way.

My hand was out and mico seconds away from contact when I saw the mother in law coming towards me, some way off. Went all hot and bright red at what might have been.

Badly Drunk Boy

The Randy Riverbeast wrote: »

Crimewatch maybe?

So...you really are a drug dealer? :pac:

Agricola

hatrickpatrick wrote: »

Was absolutely fucked off my tits in Krystle Nightclub around two years ago and was scoring this incredibly hot brunette. Went to the jacks, when I came back I sat back down, put my arm around the woman and we started wearing the face off eachother again.

Five minutes later, the woman I had actually been scoring got back from the bar with the cocktail she had bought us to share as a surprise. She very slowly and deliberately downed the whole thing in one go while never breaking eye contact with me, threw the empty glass on the ground shattering it to pieces, and stormed off. Mortified, I prepared to try and explain to this other girl I'd never met (who was surely only seconds away from erupting in an entirely justified "you feckin' creep" rage) why I'd randomly started scoring her... When she shrugged, put her arm around me, and carried on scoring me as if nothing had happened.

Needs more "scoring"

Samaris

I used to have that in secondary school, there were two other girls who looked a bit like me, especially from behind (hair mostly - there was one who had hair a bit lighter than me, but the same shape and floom to it, and even I had to admit that she looked pretty similar). People would come up to be and be offended that I'd "ignored" them that morning!

Badly Drunk Boy

I wasn't mistaken for anybody in particular but over 20 years ago, I was in the local nightclub when I was asked up to dance during the slow set (remember them?) by a lad. Okay, I had long hair at the time and was sitting down, but as a 6'5" male I thought It'd be fairly obvious. What makes it even funnier was that I sort of knew the lad (he was a friend of a friend). Also, the following week, he similarly asked my girlfriend to dance, even though I was sitting beside her at the time.

Diamond Doll

I've a friend who has an identical twin brother, both worked in the same large company but different departments.

My friend would often have people he didn't recognise saying hi to him in the lifts etc, he assumed they were friends of his twin, and would be nice and friendly and civil to them.

On the other hand, when his friends mistook his twin for him, his brother would completely blank them or be really unfriendly to them if he didn't know them. Basically leading random colleagues to believe my friend was a total asshole!

anvilfour

Diamond Doll wrote: »

I've a friend who has an identical twin brother, both worked in the same large company but different departments.

My friend would often have people he didn't recognise saying hi to him in the lifts etc, he assumed they were friends of his twin, and would be nice and friendly and civil to them.

On the other hand, when his friends mistook his twin for him, his brother would completely blank them or be really unfriendly to them if he didn't know them. Basically leading random colleagues to believe my friend was a total asshole!

Wow, did they send out an e-mail or anything to say that they were twins?

The_Valeyard

Lady gave me a kiss in the pub and asked me why I didn't call her back , then , took a step back looked stunned, apologised while laughing and left.

OH had a very bemused look.


Not sure why she laughed, I happen to think I'm a very good looking!!

coffeepls

Couple of years ago - about 7am in the morning walking to work along the quays in Dublin. Not a sinner around, and it's dark & this guy runs up behind me, taps me on the shoulder & says a great big jolly 'hi!! How are youuuuu!!'. It's a wonder I didn't scream. In a nano second he realised I was not whoever he knew, but to cover up the mistake he decided he'd chat to me anyway. I remember I eyeballed him & told him to eff off. 'No need to be like that' says he as he walked off.

Diamond Doll

coffeepls wrote: »

Couple of years ago - about 7am in the morning walking to work along the quays in Dublin. Not a sinner around, and it's dark & this guy runs up behind me, taps me on the shoulder & says a great big jolly 'hi!! How are youuuuu!!'. It's a wonder I didn't scream. In a nano second he realised I was not whoever he knew, but to cover up the mistake he decided he'd chat to me anyway. I remember I eyeballed him & told him to eff off. 'No need to be like that' says he as he walked off.

Well he was right, there wasn't any need to be so rude ... sounds like a genuine mistake.

coffeepls

Diamond Doll wrote: »

Well he was right, there wasn't any need to be so rude ... sounds like a genuine mistake.

He frightened the living daylights out if me! I thought he was at best a lunatic and at worst a junkie.

Guy:Incognito

The automatic teller machine machine eh?

NachoBusiness

Many moons ago I used to have really long hair (think Sebastian Bach, mid 80s) and a few local hard men used to give me a hard time over it Particularly as previous to that I'd sported the more socially acceptable 'hair gel on short back and sides' look (as any decent Housemartin's fan would). Well one of these hardmen (an Oi! skin, remember them) who was also the brother of a mate of mine (and so was hard to avoid the fcuker) was forever calling me 'longhair' genius that he was. One day down the local amusements I was happily playing Tetris when tosser boy extraordinaire decides to come up and yank my hair really hard and say: 'Alright longhair, whatya up ta?!".

Only... it wasn't me at all. It was the babealicious (and I mean babe-a-fcukin-licious) sister of a local bouncer who, as it happens, was playing snooker not twenty feet away in an adjacent room and had heard the screams and commotion. He was then duly told what had just happened to one of his favourte family members and apparently the proverbial seven bells were knocked out of said Oi skin right in front of everyone in the amusements. Some begging and safe words were uttered by all accounts and although I really enjoyed hearing about it, I still would have dearly loved to have witnessed it, complete arse twat that he was.

Buona Fortuna

^^

But through all of that pain and humiliation he probably learnt a valuable life lesson that day

Sheep Lover

NachoBusiness wrote: »

Many moons ago I used to have really long hair (think Sebastian Bach, mid 80s) and a few local hard men used to give me a hard time over it (particularly as 12 months previous to that, I'd sported the more socially acceptable hair gel on short back and sides look, as any decent Housemartin's fan would). Well, one of these hardmen (an Oi! skin as it goes) was also the brother of a mate and so it was hard to avoid the fcuker he (and his mates) were forever calling me longhair (geniuses that they were). One day down the local amusements I was happily playing Tetris when tosser boy extraordinaire decides to come up and yank on my hair really hard and say: 'Alright longhair, whatya up ta!". Only.. it wasn't me at all, it was the babealicious (and I mean babe-a-fcukin-licious) sister of a local bouncer who, as it happens, was playing snooker not twenty feet away in an adjacent room, had heard the screams and commotion and was then duly told what had just happened to one of his favourte family members. Apparently the proverbial seven bells were knocked out of him and some begging and safe words were uttered. Enjoyed hearing about it but really would have loved to witness it, complete arse twat that he was.

Thinly veiled "I look like a ride from behind"

hatrickpatrick

Agricola wrote: »

Needs more "scoring"

That's what caused all the trouble in the first place :pac:

wakka12

Penny Tration wrote: »

Was in cork shopping one day on a trip to visit a friend. Some girl came up behind me at a traffic light (was waiting to cross) and kicked me really hard in the backside. I turned around ready to punch the fcuker that kicked me around, to be met with a bright red face, dropped jaw and profuse apologies because she'd thought I was her best friend :pac:

Im sorry but I feel sorrier for the poor girl than you Id never be able to get over the embarrassment!

Boring username

I frequently get mistaken for Dennis Rodman.

keith16

hatrickpatrick wrote: »

Was absolutely fucked off my tits in Krystle Nightclub around two years ago and was scoring this incredibly hot brunette. Went to the jacks, when I came back I sat back down, put my arm around the woman and we started wearing the face off eachother again.

Five minutes later, the woman I had actually been scoring got back from the bar with the cocktail she had bought us to share as a surprise. She very slowly and deliberately downed the whole thing in one go while never breaking eye contact with me, threw the empty glass on the ground shattering it to pieces, and stormed off. Mortified, I prepared to try and explain to this other girl I'd never met (who was surely only seconds away from erupting in an entirely justified "you feckin' creep" rage) why I'd randomly started scoring her... When she shrugged, put her arm around me, and carried on scoring me as if nothing had happened.

Username almost appropriate....unless there is more to this story.

Seth Brundle

Quite frequently people confuse me for George Clooney! It's great to get the women on nightclubs.

You'd think the bald head on me would tell them that I'm not him. That and I'm Chinese!

Dyr

Sheep Lover wrote: »

Thinly veiled "I look like a ride from behind"

thinly veiled "I can grow two foot of hair in a year" bolloxology

freshpopcorn

When I was in college we had to do work experience outside of college every few weeks.
Our uniform consisted of a dark pants/black shirt with a blue collar and black safety shoes. My fair was cut short at the time. I also wore a black jacket.
When I wore the uniform people were often very friendly to me and asked me for directions. It took me a while to figure out but people thought I was a Garda.

Tigger

When I was 17 I rang up behind my mate who was playing an arcade game on the dundrum bowl and put a full headlock on him
It was a lad i never seen before so I apologised and ran away

Dr Turk Turkelton

Saw a good friend of mine whom I'd known since we were four in the doorway of a shop in Williamsburg in NY one day as I was just working down the street. Not suprised to see him as he lived there and was a hipster so I pulled my hood over my head and grabbed him from behind and said "don't move a muscle white boy" in my best gangster accent.
He fell straight in the doorway in a blubbering mess onto the ground and was staring up at me in terror as I laughed and told him not to worry it was only me. He kept blubbering and telling me to leave him alone. I kept looking at him telling him to calm down when I noticed the American accent.
I just apologised and ran off for the nearest subway. When I got home I rang my friend and told him the story as he broke his sh1te laughing at me.
Even looking the other poor guy straight in the eye I was convinced it was my mate.

razorblunt

Was getting a lift home one day and was due to get picked up. It was absolutely bucketing it down so with the hood up I ran over to the car and jumped into the passenger seat .. "Fúck it's bucketing down out there,meets get moving".
I was wondering where the weird smell was coming from, looked up to see an older gentleman with a perplexed look on his face and two wet springer spaniels in the back with even more perplexed faces.

Completely wrong car, different make, different colour.

stephenl15

hatrickpatrick wrote: »

Was absolutely fucked off my tits in Krystle Nightclub around two years ago and was scoring this incredibly hot brunette. Went to the jacks, when I came back I sat back down, put my arm around the woman and we started wearing the face off eachother again.

Five minutes later, the woman I had actually been scoring got back from the bar with the cocktail she had bought us to share as a surprise. She very slowly and deliberately downed the whole thing in one go while never breaking eye contact with me, threw the empty glass on the ground shattering it to pieces, and stormed off. Mortified, I prepared to try and explain to this other girl I'd never met (who was surely only seconds away from erupting in an entirely justified "you feckin' creep" rage) why I'd randomly started scoring her... When she shrugged, put her arm around me, and carried on scoring me as if nothing had happened.

Subtle brag :P

hatrickpatrick

stephenl15 wrote: »

Subtle brag :P

That's an outrageous falsehood - it wasn't subtle at all.

NachoBusiness

Sheep Lover wrote: »

Thinly veiled "I used to look like a ride from behind"

FYP :P

nullzero

hatrickpatrick wrote: »

Was absolutely fucked off my tits in Krystle Nightclub around two years ago and was scoring this incredibly hot brunette. Went to the jacks, when I came back I sat back down, put my arm around the woman and we started wearing the face off eachother again.

Five minutes later, the woman I had actually been scoring got back from the bar with the cocktail she had bought us to share as a surprise. She very slowly and deliberately downed the whole thing in one go while never breaking eye contact with me, threw the empty glass on the ground shattering it to pieces, and stormed off. Mortified, I prepared to try and explain to this other girl I'd never met (who was surely only seconds away from erupting in an entirely justified "you feckin' creep" rage) why I'd randomly started scoring her... When she shrugged, put her arm around me, and carried on scoring me as if nothing had happened.

Lioke totally

redfacedbear

As a teenager. my brother broke up with a girl he had been seeing. The girl was desperately upset and rang him at home (in the pre-mobile days this is what we had to do) to plead her case.

Unfortunately I answered the phone. We all sound alike on the phone and even our ma needs a few seconds speaking to us to work out which one of us it is. So I had a very awkward conversation with an hysterical teenage girl

'Why won't ya speak to mmmmeeeeeeee!'
'I'm not John, he's not here'
'I know it's you, talk to me would ya!'
'It's honestly not John'....

asherbassad

Badly Drunk Boy wrote: »

I wasn't mistaken for anybody in particular but over 20 years ago, I was in the local nightclub when I was asked up to dance during the slow set (remember them?) by a lad. Okay, I had long hair at the time and was sitting down, but as a 6'5" male I thought It'd be fairly obvious. What makes it even funnier was that I sort of knew the lad (he was a friend of a friend). Also, the following week, he similarly asked my girlfriend to dance, even though I was sitting beside her at the time.

It wasn't a charity disco for "special" kids was it?

Deise Vu

I have a brother who lives abroad. Every now and then I get the the 'well, how aaaaarrre ya' and, having a terrible memory for names, I end up stammering and stuttering through a conversation until I realise they think I'm the brother. That's not too bad but on the rare occasions when he comes home, he says he gets loads of people greeting him in the street and he claims he always tells them to fcuk off.

asherbassad

Boring username wrote: »

I frequently get mistaken for Dennis Rodman Taylor.

FYP

Kerplunk124

At a nightclub, thought my best friend was getting a drink so went and slapped his arse. was some randomer. awful awkward...

castletownman

My uncle often regales me off the tale when he was coming out of college one evening and he spotted what he thought was a girl he was "friendly" with from his class walking a bit ahead. He sneaks up on her, picks her up, twirls her upside down so her dress his hanging over her head, places her back in a standing position, and expects her to laugh and playfully smack him when she realises who he is.

Except it was a completely different girl he didn't even know, and he maintains that the look of bewilderment and sheer shock on her face after it was something he will never forget.

anvilfour

redfacedbear wrote: »

As a teenager. my brother broke up with a girl he had been seeing. The girl was desperately upset and rang him at home (in the pre-mobile days this is what we had to do) to plead her case.

Unfortunately I answered the phone. We all sound alike on the phone and even our ma needs a few seconds speaking to us to work out which one of us it is. So I had a very awkward conversation with an hysterical teenage girl

'Why won't ya speak to mmmmeeeeeeee!'
'I'm not John, he's not here'
'I know it's you, talk to me would ya!'
'It's honestly not John'....

C'mon you should have said that all was forgiven and she should sneak into your bro's room at midnight to get reacquainted... you could leave door ajar, hilarious comedy of errors!

anvilfour

I had a gf once who was big into the whole D/s relationships - I had just finished working as a Teacher at the time and while we were together I had a habit of bending her suddenly over the sofa and planting several hard smacks on her behind. Before the Femtards get their back up about this, I would like to stress the whole thing was her idea and she liked being taken by surprise!

Anyway, we were in the process of moving out of our current flat and I had taken a job as Night Security guard in a hotel to pay the bills. I got in about 07:30am from work, went to bed. Woke up blearily around half three and stumble out of bed and see my gf standing behind the sofa, facing away from me.

She was wearing her coat so I thought she had just got back from college ; I decided to surprise her suddenly and pushed her so she was bent over the sofa arsewise towards me, I started planting smacks on her behind, while laughing and shouting, "You've been such a bad girl for Daddy, depriving him of your body!" and she starts shrieking in what I believed to be ecstasy when suddenly my gf dashes in from the bathroom opposite and screams my name.

I stagger back in shock (unshaven, sweaty and wearing nothing but my boxers) and this complete stranger springs upwards like a bat out of hell. Turns out she is a lady working for the Estate Agency who has arrived to show someone around the place and was just waiting for them to arrive!

I began to stammer an apology but the woman was sobbing hysterically and the situation wasn't helped by the fact that my erection had been pressed into her thigh the whole time. She snatched up her handbag from the floor as well as some papers she'd been holding which had fallen onto the sofa and rushed out.

My gf later on e-mailed the agency to explain the situation (God knows how that conversation went). Through some miracle I wasn't arrested.

valoren

I was in Suas bar in Cork about 10 years ago with brothers for a night out.
We were chatting away when one of my brothers went to the jacks.
A few seconds later someone grabbed my shoulders from behind and I was punched with a right cross by someone in front of me. Luckily I didn't fall down and wasn't badly hurt,the two immediately sprinted down the stairs and out of the pub. I can only imagine that it was a case of mistaken identity as I would rarely go out in the city. Happened so fast, we couldn't react.

Miaireland

I have an Uncle who apparantly looked very like a former taoiseach, he couldn't understand for ages why when he went to bars and restaurants why people sent him over drinks and other people gave him dirty looks.

It was oonly when one man came over to him giving out that he had ruined the country did he figure out what was happening. It was a great motivation for him to start a diet.

Not mistaken identity (in fact the opposite of it) but will people ever get a bit of cop on and stop trying to surprise others at ATMs, ticket machines, in the street etc. An ex sneaked up behind me (he was an ex at the time but not on bad terms) to give me a fright after I got off the Luas one night, I swung my elbow back and connected with his ribcage rather uncomfortably. For both. Same very nearly happened early one morning at the ticket machine when a work colleague of my boyfriend's came up to fake mug him, I almost laid the girl out flat, not knowing who she was. It's not funny!

stephenl15

Deleted User wrote: »

Not mistaken identity (in fact the opposite of it) but will people ever get a bit of cop on and stop trying to surprise others at ATMs, ticket machines, in the street etc. An ex sneaked up behind me (he was an ex at the time but not on bad terms) to give me a fright after I got off the Luas one night, I swung my elbow back and connected with his ribcage rather uncomfortably. For both. Same very nearly happened early one morning at the ticket machine when a work colleague of my boyfriend's came up to fake mug him, I almost laid the girl out flat, not knowing who she was. It's not funny!

You'd be the calm and rational type would you?:pac: