My partner and I are both tall, with blonde hair and glasses. We have been asked on numerous occasions if we’re sisters or twins. One time, just before the Olympics, a bus driver who’d just let us on, asked us if we ever shared the same boyfriend. When I approached him about it just as we were getting off, he tried to excuse himself by saying: “I thought you were twins.” He expected his incestuous three-way fantasy to excuse him from … his incestuous three-way fantasy. How strange.