THE ELEPHANT CURSE! Part 4: When Someone Else's Elephant Totally and Utterly Fails Them

Have you ever been mistaken for someone else?

It happened to me in front of the library once. A girl approached me, ready to give me a full on hug, exclaiming, "Samantha! It is sooooo good to see you, girl!"

"Sorry!" I said as she got closer. "I'm not Samantha!"

"Girl, stop teasing me! Of course you are!"

*awkward pause*

"My name's Mikayla. I can show you my driver's license even, if you want!"

*I stumble away as she looks at me with this mixed expression of hurt and confusion*

Two years later, I'm cleaning up after dinner with my husband when I get this knock on the door.
I answer the door, and two young women just step right into my apartment uninvited.

"Can I help you?" I ask.

"So, we're here to see the apartment. We're going to buy the contract," they say.

"I'm sorry, but my husband and I live here and we're planning to live here for some time!"

*look of disgust from the girls as if to judge me for being married or something*

"Wait, but aren't you Samantha?"

"Nope, I'm Mikayla, this is my husband Kevin." Kevin starts to head from the kitchen to the front door to join me.

"Oh... this isn't the Loft apartment for single women?"

"Nope..."

*they leave, and we can't wipe the confused look from our faces for a solid minute*

Last month. I'm walking down a busy street with my cute little munchkin baby boy in tow. From across the way, I hear this shout from an enthusiastic young lady yelling at me and waving emphatically, "HEY, SAMANTHA! HOW ARE YOU?!?!?"

*Not knowing what else to do, I just keep walking*

Okay, so some people's elephants fail them.
But the question I keep asking after all these years...
Um, so like, who's Samantha?

And why do so many people's elephants think that I'm her?

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