Let me tell you about a recent embarrassing incident – I was mistaken for someone else. . .

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It happened some time ago, and it’s true: Location: an area where farmer’s houses are clustered; the alleys there form many cross-shaped patterns, with roads surrounding the walls of each house. After getting off the bus, I felt a bit dizzy, so I walked slowly. There was a woman in front of me, carrying a crossbody bag, so I followed behind her. There weren’t many people in the alley. The woman, wary that someone was behind her, walked slowly, and I followed at a steady pace behind her. Once you reach the downstairs level, you need to turn 2 right angles to get to the building entrance. As a result, just after turning the first 90-degree corner, this woman stopped, held her bag tightly, stared at me, waiting for me to do something, and then she started shouting. The alley was narrow, so I moved close to her as I went forward; we reached the building entrance. The woman followed me, watching as I used the key to open the door – she must have figured something out by then. She lives in the same building as me. Then she saw her husband pushing a stroller with a child inside. Her husband gave me a deep look, with a strange expression in his eyes. The language is not well-structured; please forgive me. It’s basically similar to an animated image.