I just can't remember what I wanted to write about.
I know it would have been a good post, an interesting and entertaining post -- after all, it made me smile -- but it's gone now. Totally gone.
And while we're speaking of biking into work, and things I do and don't remember, yesterday I was passed on my bike a few blocks away from campus by a guy wearing beige pants and a jacket. It was cold, and the sun was not yet up, and he didn't seem to be wearing enough windbreaker material to be riding a bike fast through all that. He looked to be about my age-ish, with a square jaw and light brown hair. As he passed me, and I turned my head to see who was biking past me in the cold, he smiled and said, "Hello, Jessica."
And I smiled warmly and said, "Oh, hello!"
And then as he biked away, I wondered to myself, "who the heck was that, and how does he know my name?"
And then I caught up with him at a stop light, and in fact followed him all the way to campus, where we parked our bikes in the very same bike lot (which I always park in, by the way), and he turned cheerily to me and said, "Looks like we were going the same place!"
And I smiled and nodded and turned away quickly and tried to figure out who that guy could be and where I would have met him.
And I still have no idea.
There is no point to this story, which makes writing a scintillating conclusion a little awkward. I do hope you aren't too disappointed that I forgot my original good idea to blog about. Maybe it will come back and I will write about it later. Meanwhile, I would like to say that those people who have a good memory for names and faces? They really disturb the rest of us. (Who was that guy?)
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I hate it when I see people out of context. Like the soccer mom at the doctor's office. Or the dental hygienist at a garage sale. They seem to know me and I'm sure I look like an idiot, staring at them, trying to remember how they know me and I haven't a clue about them.
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