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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