its a small world; or, do all expats look alike?
Posted by adiamondinsunlight on January 23, 2008
It happened again a few days ago: I was mistaken for someone else.
When I gave the locker attendant my gym ID card, she said: Madame, this isn’t your card.
Oh? I asked. Whose card is it, then?
She shrugged and said: it is another lady’s.
I don’t often go around exchanging ID cards with other women, so I raised my eyebrows. Does this mean you gave me another woman’s card the last time I was here?
In order to get a day locker, I hand over my gym ID. When I leave, I get my ID back. A simple system, but sometimes it goes awry.
She shrugged again, and suggested that I should be able to solve the problem myself.
She is also foreign. You can call her and see whether she has your card.
I sighed. These are two of my least favorite assumptions about Westerners in Lebanon: that we all look alike and that we all know one another. I have never been given a Lebanese woman’s ID card, but this was the third time that I had been given a European/North American woman’s card.
Perhaps if I dye my hair purple I will be more recognizable. Or, better yet, I could follow my mother’s DIY tip for distinguishing keys on a ring: dot them with nail polish.
The next time I go to the gym, my ID card will have had a fresh manicure :).