Friday, November 15, 2013

Do Not Speak To Me

My looks have not changed for about the past 12 years. So, occasionally, people will stop me on the street and say "HEY! You're Deirdre! Remember we took a class 8 years ago...?" ...and I draw a spectacular blank but say something polite and warm.

This morning was different. I've had a horrendous cold for the past week and am, for all intents and purposes, incapable of speech. Too much stuff going on in my throat!

So this morning, at 7:30am on the bus, it went down like this:

Him: HEY! Aren't you Deirdre!?!?!
Me: *hack*Yeessss??
Him: We had a class together 10 years ago!
Me: Uhhmmmnnnghgh? *ahem*
Him: A computer media class!
Me: *cough* *hack* I think...I remember that class...
Him: So how have you been!?
Me: Goo*cough*ood.
Him (sensing I don't want to talk and getting sad): ... Well...nice seeing you.
Me (highly uncomfortable): **incomprehensible**

Dear sir: I am sorry I came across as an insensitive and stuck-up old classmate. But, really, it WAS your fault. Truly.

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