How your brand is similar to my doppelgänger dad.

How your brand is similar to my doppelgänger dad.

I saw my dad’s doppelgänger today.

I was standing next to the eggs, feeling frustrated that all the large free range eggs had sold out, when I looked up and saw this chap pushing his trolley towards me. Dressed in a pair of beige chinos, a navy blue jumper and light-blue collared shirt, covered up by a light brown bunny jacket (apologies if that’s spelt incorrectly – I have never had the need to actually write “bunny jacket” – and now I have my doubts as to whether it’s a real thing or not).  Grey hair, small bump on the right hand side of his forehead and a sweet peaceful smile on his face. He caught my eye as he made his way towards the baguettes.

My stomach dropped into my Clarks pumps as the entire surrounding population of shoppers blurred into nothing and the world only existed for this gent and I.

You see – my dad passed away just over a year ago. And being a South African living in the UK – I have done most of my grieving from a distance while trying to balance the perception of “not being at home with Pops” against the “he’s not here anymore” comprehension.

So, as you would imagine, this split second of realisation caused my entire retaining wall, to crumble.

I pulled into the Whole Foods aisle while I tried to regain my composure. It didn’t work. So decided to go and say hello nonetheless.

I tapped him on his shoulder. He looked around at this blubbering mess and I commenced to explain that he reminded me so much of my dad and that I just wanted to say hello.

Expecting nothing less – he stood slightly frigid, but still smiling awkwardly – not quite understanding what to make of this melted pot of goo that interrupted his mission of a morning shop. Trying to make chit chat – he asked whether I was local. I said I was. I asked whether he was. He said no.  I apologised for the emotion. He said that there was no need to. And at that point, I became aware of my invasion of his non-emotion with mine, and I took my leave by tapping him on the arm again and saying something ridiculously mundane like, “Thanks. It was nice to see you”.

I returned to my trolley – and power-walked my way through the brans, past the tuna and to the closest check-out counter I could find.

Hardly containing my emotion – I simply put my sunglasses on, paid my bill and left.

So – why have I shared all of this?

Well, later that evening, this little episode consumed me.  Let’s play it back – quick statistical check:

  • I hate shopping on weekends.
  • I decide to head out early – before the rest of the world is awake.
  • The time I choose invariably means the only people who are there are those like me, trying to avoid the world, and pensioners.
  • This gentleman is visiting Dorset for a weekend – all the way from Sussex. And he happens to be shopping in the same store, at the same time, as me – the person who lost her dad a year and a half ago.

I realised that my emotional outburst must have confused / annoyed / intrigued my doppelgänger dad.  I wondered what he was thinking when I furiously pushed my trolley away. Did he just shake his head and associate my instability with “typical small-town country” behaviour? Or did this perplex him too. Whatever it was – I got to thinking about the exchange.

Imagine for a second that my doppelgänger dad is your brand. You merrily live your life, doing things, taking part in things, living in a world that is familiar to you. You have your ups and downs and you just go through each day facing whatever challenges and opportunities that confront you. Except – one day, you meet someone who doesn’t know your brand. They come from their own world and their own challenges, and they encounter your brand which represents a certain something to them. A certain something which you have no knowledge, or control of. And you are at once faced with an impression that you didn’t create, but one which created itself for them.

We are our own brands – and as much as we try to create an impression to represent something specific, there will almost always be a case where, as hard as you may try, your brand represents something completely different, to someone.

It either excludes. Or it includes. It either complements, or offends.  And sometimes, there’s absolutely nothing you can do, but smile and ask, “are you local?”.

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Katy Roberts administrator

Katy Roberts has over 15 years's experience in helping businesses amplify their brands, build their customer bases and engage effectively with audience communities in order to build relationship for long-term business success. Having left the corporate world and now working independently since 2015, Katy continues to help local and national businesses tell their story.

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