Saturday, July 3, 2010
Senility Strikes Deep
"Hi, Jack!" she says brightly. She's with a guy.
I'm trying to remember her name, I'm drawing a blank while they stand and smile. I'm completely at a loss, I have no freaking clue, and I'm feeling flustered.
I know these people. Why can't I recall their names?
"Where do I know you from?" I blurt.
Polite laughter, like I had told a weak joke.
Fuck. I'm mentally scrambling, trying to find some graceful way to extricate myself from this mess. I notice that she is holding a couple bags, heavy-looking.
"Well, it looks like you have a big load there, I don't want to keep you waiting ... have a nice day!"
She laughs again, and says bye, and I walk into the store, puzzled and feeling like an asshole. Lost in thought, trying desperately to put a name with the face that I so easily recognized, I get halfway to the back of the store before it occurs to me that I didn't even pick up a shopping basket on the way in, and have to walk back to the door to get one.
Even now it's bugging me.
I hope she reads this and drops me a note to clear up my confusion. I hope she doesn't think I was being rude. Simpleminded or old-man-puzzled, that's okay, I can live with that. But rude, no.
Addendum: It just came to me. It was Isabelle Senger of High Desert Chamber Music and her husband. I gotta email her and apologize.