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While at the airport waiting for someone to arrive, I remembered the time I was here and saw the woman waiting with a large bouquet of flowers in her hand, a big expectant smile on her face. She was very dressed up and her hair was the kind of too-perfect that said she had been to the hairdresser that day. I guessed she was waiting for her husband or boyfriend because she was wearing a clinging, sexy dress. Sure enough, a few minutes later the doors opened and a rush of people flooded out. She appeared to recognize one of them, a man in a suit and tie, and hurried forward all smiles. The guy was very plain looking, very nondescript. Just as she was about to reach him though she pulled up hard and quickly turned around. Obviously mistaken identity that she had avoided at the last moment. A few more minutes passed while people came and went and then it happened again: Doors opened, big rush of people, a very nondescript man, she rushed forward only to screech to a halt at the last moment-- mistaken identity. At that point I thought what if you were married to someone so average, so like everybody else, so easily mistaken for a million other people that you actually embraced them, gave them the flowers, kissed them hello, took their arm, took them home, made welcome home love to them... and neither of you realized the mistake for days?