zsazsa vu

The feeling you get when you encounter a Gabor sister and sense--but do not consciously recall--that you've met before.

While entering a shop on Fifth Avenue in New York, I held the door for a finely dressed woman who was exiting. When we locked eyes, I immediately recognized her as Zsa Zsa Gabor. Strangely, it didn't feel like our first encounter. Instead, it seemed as if we'd met before, but when and where I couldn't say. It was a real case of zsazsa vu.

2👍 4👎