I heard the question and turned to face an eager looking man. He was in his 50’s, grey hair, kind eyes in a suit.
“Yes?” He must have sensed I was confused.
“It’s me, Jim!”.
Holy crap I have no idea who this guy is…nothing in his face is familiar. My brain is drawing a blank. I stretch out my answer to give me more time to possibly recognize him.
“I, uh….I am really sorry but I don’t recognize you”.
He’s still looking at me with real earnest, as if I didn’t really forget who he was.
Damn I’m a douche bag for forgetting this guy. How long ago might I have met him? Maybe it was years?
There is a long and awkward pause when he finally says….
“No, hahaha I’m Holly Martin”.
“OH!!! I am so sorry, I’ve not seen her in about 7 years!”.
I was so relieved that my memory was not playing games with me. What are the odds this man would want to meet a Holly and confuse me with her?
I met “Holly” a few minutes later and we had a giggle. The only thing we had in common was blonde hair…crazy!
This was all just before an interview I had this morning, I decided before I went to get a cookie to nibble on. It was fate..
I also had an amazing day!