One of the Sunday arvos I went to church, there was a bent old Asian guy who approached me as I stood behind one of the pews, grabbed my arm and went "Are you Sue Ling?"
"No," I gently replied in between songs.
After my turn at the communion table, I walked past the line of church-goers waiting for their turn. Same old man grabbed my hand and went "Are you Sue Ling?"
Not quite deja vu. More like he was probably really old to have remembered that he asked the same person the same question twice. There was probably a good one hour gap between the scenarios.
He was a quaint tiny old man, with a seemingly permanent smile plastered on his face. I saw a bit of gold glistening as he spoke and paused with a grin.
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