Today I was walking south on 9th Street and, just before entering one of my lunch launch hunt haunts, I passed what felt like a Mother and her college Daughter. I took note of the daughter, and nodded to Mom in congratulations. I opened the door and walked in and there they were. I must have held the door for them, otherwise it would be, there they weren't. I have noticed some recent loopiness in my percipience, but have put it off to my friendly neighborhood ruminoid thrombosis; an affliction that signed a short-term lease more than 25 years ago.

Standing in line, awaiting my opportunity for a culinarrative exchange with the cash registaurantress, I noticed the daughter frequently looking back and shymiling in my direction. I of course looked behind me to see who the recipricant was, and the first time I glanced back, there was no one in line behind me. She did it again and I looked again and this time I saw what felt like a Mother and her college Daughter walk in the door. I quickly looked back ahead of me and saw them again still standing in line ahead of me; same Mother and Daughter. I could not positionate myself to where I could see both Mother-Daughter Teams at the same time. Were they sets of exact twins dressed alike and sent to freak me out? Or were they simply able to undetectably transport themselves or move that fast? Or was it a trick with mirrors? Or was it my myocranial barfarction?

Up ahead the line would horseshoe, so perhaps then I could solve the mystery. As we approached the turn, I anxiously anticipatated first contact. A silent cheer arose as we began to make the turn, and sure enough, I was able to discern the Mom's shoulder both in front and behind me. There were actually two sets! I was relieved; until I thought, 'my skedaddled brain could still be the afflictuated culprit in this surreality mini-me-mama-drama.' As we continued to turn, what felt like a Mother and her college daughter and what felt like a replicant set, mirrored movements until one set totally eclipsed the other set and from the apex I didn't know right from left.

Heedless to say, once I fell off the apex, I lost interest. I began to study the menu on the back wall of the casharea, but had some difficulty focusing. It looked like... yes... there were two menus! One was for the pasta joint I thought I had entered, and the other was for a Mexican place just down the road. Oh my...