Yesterday at the mall, I was in Sigrid Olsen, and noticed a woman that I used to work with at DHL.I said hello, and watched her face run through a flash of her life, all of her friends, co-workers, old neighbors, childhood playmates, and extended family members.
Me, I can't forget anything if I tried. I remember every phone number that Jackie of the Swollen Eyebrows has ever had. I remember the names of my elementary school friends' siblings. I remember 30-year old conversations, and the sweater the person was wearing two tables over. Jackie of the Swollen Eyebrows and her husband, Jim of the White Jeans the First Day of Eighth Grade, often roll their eyes, sigh, and wish I had the ability to forget some of their life experiences. They certainly have.
So "DC" is standing in Sigrid Olsen, $75 wooden necklace entwined in her fingers as she stands, frozen, trying to de-frag her brain in less time than it would take for me to realize she can't remember who I am, and two little voices in my head are singing "Jenny" by Flight of the Conchords.
Jenny.
Pardon.
Jenny.
No, I'm sorry, I think you've mistaken me for somebody else.
No, it's me, I'm Jenny, my name is Jenny.
Oh, you are - oh, I... ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha.
Nothing is uncomfortable when your brain has a good soundtrack.
1 comment:
Ok, I'm one of those people who forgets names. There, I said it.
I can remember anyone's face, but can't remember the name it belongs to.
Please shoot me.
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