Normally, if I eat breakfast, I'll pass on lunch....not just because I'm cheap, but mainly because I'm still full by the time lunch hour comes 'round. I really don't eat that much during the day...
[Internal voice screams]: then why are you such a fatty?
[I scream back (internally)]: I'm not fat, I'm unfit...and my pant's waist band cuts into me, because I'm a late night snacker/plate licker who has become strangers with the gym.
Anyhoo...this morning's breakfast was a little whimpy (2 scrambled eggs & 2 slices of bacon), so by noon, I was feeling a little peckish. So much so, that I ventured out to the local mall, to get me some chicken kebabs at the Greek place.
Whilst waiting for my order of kebabs, a woman came up to me and said: "Chris...?....Chris [last name] is that you?
I couldn't tell you who this woman was, if my life depended on it. I hate it when someone from my past recognizes me and I don't recognize them back.
So, to stall for time & search my mind for who this woman could possibly be, I responded with: "maybe...does Chris owe you money?"
We both fake laughed at this point and I gave up on guessing who she was. I came clean and told her that I was sorry, but I have such a poor memory that I really had no clue who she was. She told me her name was Vicky and that we used to work together at a bank in the early 90's....I still had no clue...even when she started to drop names. To be fair (to me that is), we worked for a bank, but it was in a department that was sort of back office, with about 80 other people in the same room.
I still don't know who she is, but I got tired of her trying to jog my memory by saying things like: "well...do you remember the one time when...",.. or: "we used to go to lunch with so-and-so....", etc, etc, etc...so I lied (my order was up & I wanted her out of my face & the chicken all up in it) and said "oh yes...of course...how are you Vicky?" I have no idea who any of the people were that she mentioned or any of the memories that she brought up either....sorry Vic.
We chatted for a few minutes more & quickly caught up...she seems like a really nice lady, and I really do wish I remembered who she was.
Oh, Vicky is a Born Again Christian and was sweet enough to invite me to her church... hmmm... maybe I should go...with my boyfriend.