My Evil Twin

For some reason, whenever anyone I don't know very well calls me by the wrong name, they almost always call me Steve. For years, I have said that this clearly means I have an evil twin named Steve out there somewhere. It's the only logical explanation.

This morning, I had an email waiting for me in my inbox at work:

FW: 2005 TRUCK INVENTORY 31L

STEVEN;

I SENT THIS TO CHRIS BY MISTAKE

PETE