I had one of those moments yesterday that I'd like to think didn't happen...
Craig and I were shopping at Costco yesterday afternoon. He was snagging as many free samples as he could while I was doing the real shopping.
Well, I heard a hyper, "Hello, Jennifer!" and turned around and recognized a man, but had no idea where I had met him or what his name was. I responded with a hyper, "Hello!" Thinking all along that my memory would come back or that my husband would swoop in and save me by offering his hand and name in an introduction that would elicit the same response from this man I was apparently supposed to know.
I turn my eyes to his cart and his adorable twins and make some statement that they are cute. I avoid any further eye contact because I cannot believe I cannot even remember where I met this person before.
Craig comes over and gives me nothing. I swear I thought he'd save me, although he didn't know I needed the help.
We all awkwardly return to our shopping. I wrack my brain trying to figure out where I had met this man who apparently knows my name. Nothing.
We check out and I am still perplexed. Nothing.
I know I should have probably owned up to the fact that I had no idea what his name was and asked for it again, but I didn't. I was royally perplexed and acted stupid.
On the way home, it was still driving me nuts that I could not remember this man who would say my name with such hyper-ness. Nothing.
Then, all of a sudden, I remembered. He is the man that has taken my dry cleaning only a few times. And he knew my name. I pay with a credit card so I guess that's where he got it from. I don't know whether or not to be weirded out that he remembered my name without my card or dry cleaning in a giant orange Home Depot bag. Granted, it's a good business tactic to know your customers by name, but usually an official name swap has happened between both parties. The truth is that he has never told me his name. No introduction has occurred between us and the only interaction between us has been, "It's a nice day" or "That'll be $24.50" or "Have a nice weekend."
Maybe it's time to find a new dry cleaner...(just kidding)
Do you think this is weird???
3 comments:
i HATE it when that happens... i always feel terrible, like the other person cares more just cos they remember my name.
but then i remind myself that i have the worst memory in the world, which somehow makes it ok.
still, that IS kinda creepy that yr dry cleaner remembered you AND yr name. ehh...
Yep... a little creepy. But, maybe he's one of the lucky ones who is REALLY good with names.
I wish I was one of those people.
dude! was he asian?
somehow i imagined an asian man when I read your story...as if he was asian, it makes it less creepy, because it could just be he's a bit quirky...
but then again, maybe its cause like 80% dry cleaners are owned by asians...
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