Am I a bad person?

Am I a bad person?

I feel that I’m really good with faces, I almost never forget if I’ve met a person or not.  However, my ability to put names or relevant details with those faces lags sorely behind.

This is a persistent problem when I go get coffee.  I’m constantly running into the same older woman and for the life of me, I can’t remember if she’s one of the baristas just visiting on her day off (no, she isn’t wearing a uniform) or if she’s one of the nurses that has routinely drawn blood from me on the bloodmobile.  She always smiles and says “Hi,” but I cowardly respond with “Hi,” but take evasive conversational maneuvers beyond that.  If I had one detail, I’d at least venture a, “How’s it going.”  At least then, I may be able limp along a three minute exchange.

What do I do?  Thank her for the excellent skinny non-fat sugar-free latte or thank her for not taking too much of the life-sustaining red stuff?

I’m sure if Dante was still around, he’d assign yet another ring of damnation where you’re pretty sure you know everyone there but you can’t place a single name.

I guess the real answer here, at least if I’m an honorable person, is to find a different place to get coffee.  Or give up coffee all together.

About Wellsy

Chris is a twenty-something Special Education teacher and Football coach in a little town south of Eugene, Oregon. Chris happily lives with his beautiful wife and his terribly uncoordinated Grate Dane named Moose. Chris has been known to travel, like reading, wanting more time to writing, be in the outdoors more, and generally not befoul the world.

Posted on February 26, 2009, in random whine and tagged . Bookmark the permalink. 1 Comment.

  1. Here’s what to say the next time you see her:

    Mystery lady: “Hi!”

    Chris: “Hey, do you have a minute?”

    M.L.: “Sure!”

    Chris: “I realized that I run into you all the time, but I can’t remember where we met in the first place. I’m Chris, and I buy coffee and donate blood.”

    M.L.: “That’s so funny! You’re more forgetful than my uncle Wally. I’m Charlene, and I’m the pump attendant at the gas station.”

    Chris: “Oh, that’s right! Gosh, I feel ridiculous. Thanks, Charlene!”

    M.L.: “Oh, that’s fine. But I expect a tip on your next tank of gas! Ha ha!”

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