This took place when I was a lot younger, a little over 30 years ago now.
My friend, John, and I had been out on a cold Friday or Saturday night. I’d driven to his (parents) house and left my car there while we went out in his car.
On the way back we were talking about our cars and he said he read some article in a magazine I should read. So instead of me jumping straight into my car and heading home we both went inside.
It was after 1:00 am and his parents were in bed. The house was quiet.
John went off to his room and started looking for the magazine. I went into the kitchen and sat at the table with my back to the door and started to flick through a newspaper that was there.
My friend and I were roughly the same size and had the same colour hair, so we did look alike from behind.
I heard someone coming up the passage to the kitchen. Thinking it was my friend I kept reading the paper. But it wasn’t him. His mother walked in and past by me heading to the sink to get a drink. She said a “Hello.” as she passed by. I just responded with a simple “Hi.”