Identical twins get mistaken for each other all the time. And every once in a while, the results are highly entertaining.
A few years ago, a post on Reddit asking for the best twin mix-up stories got over 2000 comments.
Here are the most enjoyable stories.
Table of Contents
- Unfair fight
- Being good neighbors
- They became bros
- The second family
- But I’m not my twin!
- Twins share everything
- The doctor is in
- Snuggle up
- The kissing game
- Parlare Italiano?
- Just roll with it
- You’re supposed to be dead!
- There’s always a smarter twin
- Stealing my brother’s job
- The haircut game
- Get that license
- The marching band
- Hard to weed out which twin
- The hookup
Was at my black belt test for hapkido, and one of the requirements is 3 on 1 sparring. My brother was in the same group as me, and our master would shout out someone’s name and the other 3 in the group of 4 would attack that person. It started with one person, then my master shouted “Terakhan!” However, the others thought I was my brother, and began to attack him. I played along. My brother was taken completely off guard as I shouted phrases to get my brother. The entire crowd was laughing like crazy and it took a fairly long assault on my brother for them to notice they were attacking the wrong person. By the time they realized the focus switched to someone else. It was fantastic.
Being good neighbors
Shortly after my wife and I bought our first house my twin brother came to visit. He stayed for a few days and then on his way out of our driveway leaving he hit the neighbor’s mailbox. I’m not sure how but he didn’t even notice that he’d knocked it loose. The neighbor was nowhere in sight and I didn’t notice until a few minutes later. I called my brother and we had this conversation:
Me: You have to come back and apologize to the neighbor.
Him: Why, what happened?
Me: You knocked over their mailbox pulling out of the driveway. Come back and apologize.
Him: I’m already at the highway, and I’m running late. Can’t you just tell them for me?
Me: You want me to go to my neighbor and say “Hey, I’m sorry about your mailbox but it wasn’t me, it was my identical twin brother.”
Him: …. That’s a fair point. I’m turning around.
The neighbor didn’t care and thought it was hilarious to see us side-by-side. There’s nothing less believable than “It was my evil twin” until you can actually prove you have a twin.
We had lots of other fun episodes, but this one stands out as a legitimate “It really was my twin!” moment.
They became bros
Apparently, my great-grandfather got mugged and shot SIX TIMES because his identical twin was a con artist that stole and cheated his attackers.
Yes, he survived.
Afterward, the gunmen realized they got the wrong guy, beat up the real bad twin, invited my great-grandfather to some drinks, and they became bros (because both he and they wanted to desperately get rid of the evil brother).
The second family
My dad is an identical twin and we have a picture of his brother with his wife and kids on the wall. When people ask who the folks in the picture are, I always say “that’s my dad’s second family.”
They usually actually believe it because we are Americanized immigrants from Canada. All I have to do is tell them “you can marry one person per country.”
But I’m not my twin!
When we were in school, we would always trade places. I would take her art class, she would take my science class. The kids in our class were in on it, they knew it was happening.
One day we were both in our (appropriate) home room classes when we got pulled out for switching classes. Some of the other kids had said we were in the process of switching classes, even though we weren’t. We kept insisting that we were in our actual assigned classes, but they didn’t believe us. They couldn’t prove anything, however, so there were no consequences.
In elementary school, my twin and I could not get into trouble without the other being involved.
That isn’t to say that we messed up together. That’s to say that no matter what the other did, the teachers and staff always made it so we were both in trouble, even if only one of us did something wrong. I think they just wanted to make sure they always had the right culprit.
The doctor is in
My dad and uncle are identical twins. When I was a kid they shared a medical practice (they are both MDs with the same specialized area…). My dad admitted to me once that there had been a handful of times that one or the other couldn’t make it to an appointment and one twin would fill in for the other. Doctors get really good at pretending they know their patients well, even if they see several thousand a year.
Identical twin here. This sort of thing is so normal as a twin that it’s hard to remember specific incidents. As kids, our most common excuse was “My brother did it” to the point that it’s still a joke in the family even though we’re now in our 30s.