I met someone the other day. I nodded hello and he asked me how I was today. The word ‘today’ alerted me to the fact that this might have been someone I had already met. I peered at him. Normally I am pretty good at remembering the faces of people I have met, if not their names. After some far-too-overt peering, my brain registered nothing.
“Have we met?” was my way of saying, “Who the jumping buddha on a superdream are you?”
“I’m Bon. We met on Saturday.”
“Born?”
“Bon.”
“How do you spell that?” This would surely distract him from the fact that I had misplaced him somewhere in the last three days.
“B-O-N. Yeah, you jilted me.”
“???”
“Yeah you wanted to marry me, but then you disappeared. Left me at the altar.”
“Ah. Yes. I’m still trying the visa angle.”