So since it's Whole Foods, the place employs lots of 20-30something folks who are... uhm... "alternative." You know what I mean--they dress a little funky, they have piercings, tattoos, etc. Kinda like Starbucks without the sarcasm, eyeliner or irony... and definitely more politics.
There's a woman who works there who has dreads. She works one of the cash registers sometimes. I've seen her before, and we've kind of acknowledged each other as dreadheads--that little nod. No biggie.
Today, as I was finishing my lunch and getting up to leave, she sat walked by and said, "You know, for some reason people think we're related."
I laughed and said, "Um, OK. I'm guessing it's because of the dreads?"
She laughed and said, "Yep, pretty much."
I said, "Makes sense--we look so much alike."
We both laughed some more. She's about 5' tall, blonde, blue-eyed and tiny, and I am about 6' tall and voluptuous with greeny-browny eyes and dark-hair. We look nothing alike... except that we're both human... and dreadlocked.
She said, "Yeah, people keep asking me, 'Oh, are you and that guy who comes in here with the long, long dreadlocks brother and sister?'"
"Well, naturally--everyone with a similar haircut is always related, right? All those old ladies with blue hair are sisters, and all those guys who drive I-ROCs and have gelled-up hair are brothers. You didn't know that? Oh yeah, mom says you need to be home by 7pm for dinner or you're grounded," I said.
She laughed, and we formally introduced ourselves (her name is Deena or Dina--I didn't ask her to spell it) and she seems like a nice enough young woman.
Anyway. I guess I have a sister I never knew about until just now.