Sometimes I could kick myself!! The pretty girl working in the bookstore with multiple piercings and tatoos asked me if my name was Michael. "I thought so" she said. "I'm finally getting to know people's names." Like I usually do in those situations, I stood there surprised and speechless with a shy smile. I never seem to know how to react until after the moment has passed. I could have asked her name or expressed how flattered that I was but Nooooooo ..... I was purchasing a couple books of poems at the time. I could have asked if she was a fan of the genre but Noooooo ....
A chance to possibly make a friend and again I blew it.
I've seen her in the store before and just assumed that she saw me as some goofy old geezer.
Like they say, one should never assume. I'm having issues with that lesson though.
I must have been showing my feelings about being recognized and remembered though because a minute or two later, outside on the sidewalk, a passerby smiled and said hello. I must have been displaying a semi-approachable front instead of my usual stone faced killer look.
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