Our story begins today with a man. Let's call him Erik. Why? Two reasons. Because one, that is my name and, two, this story is about me. Ha! So, I had a run in with a bad bag of red potatoes earlier this week. Sad news is that I bought them at the store and didn't realize they were bad until an overwhelming smell of grossness surrounded me upon returning home. In case you need to know, good potatoes should come with the slight scent of soil (thanks, honey).
Well, one can't keep a rotten bag o' taters, so I took them back to Unnamed Store (protecting their identity, don't want you to judge). There, I stood in an UNBELIEVABLEY long customer service line. Once the less than friendly customer service agent sent me out to get new spuds, I ran across I lady I used to work with! And the awkward meeting got underway.
Once you pass the 25 year mark in your life, as I have, you now have enough history behind you to eventually run across a person whom you knew in a proverbial "past life". I new this wonderful lady of Indian decent (India Indian, not Native American Indian) from my previous job at Unnamed Retirement Community. She was a cook there and we worked together for a couple of years. I spotted her, she spotted me. We immediately recognized each other and gave a cordial side hug to each other and asked how each other was. After a brief exchange, we parted ways in a friendly manner and I went about my search for a bag new red starch balls.
Why do I relate this story to you, you ask? Well, one detail I left out of the meeting was that I could not, for the life of me, remember her name! I experienced what is commonly known as "Tip-Of-The-Tongue" Syndrome. I could just about taste the name but couldn't recall it for a million dollars (which with this economy won't get you very far but that is a blog for another day, which will never see the light of day). Anyhighwho, there I was, drawing a blank. I am not sure but I did find solace in the theory that she couldn't remember my name either. Neither of our names was brought up in the conversation. I am, however, still toiling over this mystery. IT'S SO CLOSE, I TELLS YA!!!
Now, this wasn't the most awkward of situations like this. I know I have been asked before by people if I remember them and their name and I don't or I introduce myself to people more than once. I just wanted to share with you my awkward pain. Feel free to share a story of your own where this happened. Don't be afraid, I don't judge. I love. That's all.
And for those still wondering, I was able to replace my sack of red Idaho's best. Thank you for the notes of concern. Comment time!
Anyone can view this Seth | October 9th, 2008 That's awesome...that reminds me of the time we were hanging out in Downtown Philly, having a philly dog. Good times, I'm sure you remember...it changed my life. Your close friend Joe Slaron. |
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 Tim Reed | October 3rd, 2008 nice buddy, nice! |