Buy dinner at Sprouts.
Forget something, so have to go back in.
Get back in line with the same cashier.
She rings my item through and I use the opportunity to ask, “Did my twin just come through here?”
She laughs, “Yeah, I think so.”
“Oh good.”
“Wait! Is he the good twin or the evil twin?”
Totally off guard, “Uh, he’s the… good twin!?”
“So you’re the evil twin?”
“I, uh… yes. Fine. I’m the evil twin…” suddenly nervous, “But I don’t know what that means!”
She laughs.
Mission accomplished. With one heck of an assist.
Score one for the evil twin! WOOT!