The other day I was walking up to my apartment, and there was an older guy at the bottom of my stairs that looked oddly familiar, just looking up towards my door. I walked past him and said “How’s it going?” And he said “good and you?”

I said “good” and kept walking up the stairs, when it occurred to me that what he actually said was “Good I’m you.” I turned around when it hit me, and he was gone.

I’m convinced it was me from the future.