I had to drop something off at the cashier's office at work today, and who should I get in line behind? The guy-who-looks-just-like-Alex! I hadn't seen him in several semesters and had assumed he'd transferred to another college or graduated. I must have been right, because he was paying for a transcript. He smiled at me too. He smiles at everybody, because he's just that nice a guy.
That was a bright moment in an otherwise exhausting and dismal day. At least tomorrow I'm off work (I swapped with today, my usual day off) and I can sleep late and get caught up typing some of the thousands of handwritten words I've written on Bloodhound this week.
Awesome.
ReplyDeleteAnd I'm a little freaked that I remember 'guy who looks like Alex' but can't remember people I used to work with.
I can remember the phone number we had when I was eight without batting an eye, but I have to stop and look when someone asks my current phone number. It's sad.
ReplyDeleteI barely know my own phone number. I've moved too many times!
ReplyDeleteI've had my phone number for almost four years now, so I should know it by now. Also, the last four digits SPELL "Shaw" so there's simply no excuse for me.
ReplyDeleteHow nice to get to revisit I minor character (in person). And after nearly three years!
ReplyDeleteI know, I couldn't believe it when I got in line behind him. I wasn't sure it was him at first; in fact, I remember thinking, "That guy looks just like guy-who-looks-like-Alex," which seemed needlessly recursive even at the moment. :)
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