Have you run into your identical cellf?
To even explain what it means, I have to break out an old 90’s term that you may or may not remember. That term, is none other than auto-mate. Did you ever run across your auto-mate in the past? Someone driving the same identical automobile that you were driving? And did you pass by them on a side-street or the freeway, both notice how much you had in common and give each other a friendly smile and a knowing glance?
These days, I keep running into my identical cellf (or the guy who has the same exact cell phone as I do).
Not only does he have the same exact model of cell phone, but he (and/or she) has the same exact belt clip protector thingie that I do. I saw one of my identical cellfs today while I was walking around in an outdoor Santa Monica mall. I randomly looked to my right, saw my identical cellf exit a store while tapping away on his device, and he looked up. We locked eyes and he saw what I had in my hand — my cell phone. He gave me a head nod and I mouthed a little “what up!?”
Last week, I was entering a drug store (the one where that guy in the white captain’s uniform and big bell jar is always asking for money for some faux-charity) and I saw my female identical cellf leaving. She was pretending to talk on her cell phone so she didn’t have to turn down Captain Stubing, but she saw me doing the same. We laughed an identical laugh and gave each other the special I.C. nod.
The question I keep asking myself, though — is what is it about someone having the same cell phone that makes us feel a connection? I don’t stop and smile at people drinking a bottle of water when I’m drinking a bottle of water. I don’t stop and talk to someone wearing the same shirt as me — I actually make sure I’m not seen anywhere near them. Besides the glorious 90’s and the whole auto-mate thing, there’s nothing that has come close to the identical cellf scenario.
To date, I have met 17 different identical cellfs. Eleven were men, five were women, and one was a ten year old child. They spanned a variety of ethnicities and hair-styles, they were with children and/or adults…some even walked with a spring in their step. They were all very different and unique except for one very important acquisition.
My identical cell phone.
I will never forget any of them.