The other day at Target, I found a yummy looking bag of jelly beans. Figuring one bag wouldn't be enough for Easter, I looked for a second bag of the same kind. However, it seemed that this bag was in the wrong place, so I had to search all over to find its family of yummy jelly beans.
A woman who works there saw me searching and offered to help. I thanked her and she said, "It's no big deal - I see you here all the time and we went to school together!"
I have no memory of this person, but believed her. She went on and on about how she likes seeing me there because I'm a familiar face. The next day when I went back to get something I'd forgotten the day before, she came out of the back room saying, "Hi, friend!" I said, "oh gosh, I'm so embarrassed - yes, I'm here again." She said, "It's ok! I feel like we grew up together!"
Hm. Who is this person?
The next day I told this story to a guy who also has a booth at the farmers market. I told him the story hoping he would be able to help me identify her because he went to the same high school as me. I described her to him and told him her first name.
He asked, "was she in band or orchestra?" I said, "oh, good question. That would help a lot." Then I asked, "Which were you in in?" He said, "Band. I played the trombone. With you."
Oops. I have no memory of him in band. In my defense, however, he is several years younger than me which in high school is a lifetime.
Overhearing our conversation, several venders at booths near us went, "ooooooooh! You were 'that' kind of girl!" Indicating a snob, I think. But I was in no way a snob! I was a fake grunge person. It was the 90's and Nirvana and Pearl Jam were big and I was trying to be grunge, but was such a poser in retrospect.
I think the main reason I don't remember these people is because high school was 100 years ago. Or maybe I have facial blindness.
Have any of you had similar experiences?
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