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.
6 comments:
Awesome.
And 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.
I barely know my own phone number. I've moved too many times!
I'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.
How nice to get to revisit I minor character (in person). And after nearly three years!
I 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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