Common Face

As I was waiting for my flight to Denver, a gentleman approached me and asked if he could ask an odd question. He didn't give me the willies, so, sure. He asked if I were from Colorado. When I answered no, he seemed disappointed. He went on to explain how he taught classes for 30 years, and how he thought I looked like one of his students. Being over 30 years old myself, and that he couldn't quite place me, I'd say he was thinking of a student from a long while ago.

Alas, I'm not one of the Heimlen girls (with an M, that I'm sure) he once taught. I explained I'm asked that question often (because I am) and that apparently I have a common face.

He smiled and walked away almost convinced I wasn't a Heimlen girl.