so I ran into an old acquaintance yesterday. I guess you could call him that. I can actually say things like, "10 years ago" now that I am 28. Well I don't think I've seen this man for 10 years! I was at a church dinner and was just walking towards the exit with my running-around-greeting-everyone-like-a-politician-no-nap-yet-"3"-year-old and a baby on my hip that was an hour and a half past his two hour afternoon nap when I feel a tap on my arm. Just a gentle, get my attention tap, and I stop...of course the "3" year old continues on. And I am standing face to face with an older man who I do not recognize. I am a person who rarely forgets a face and remembers everyones names, whether I really know them or not. The conversations goes like this:
Man: Do you remember me?
Me: Remember you? or Recognize you?
Me: I guess not...should I?
Man: Yes, my name is Richard Phillips
Me: (gasp) Oh, wow! Of course I remember you, but I did NOT recognize you
Man: I am one-third the man I was
Me: Well, and just how did you do that? (wondering why the heck I asked and praying to god he wasn't going to answer cancer or something awful)
Man: I joined Weight Watchers!
Me: Wow, you look great. Good for you
Me: I am surprised you remembered me!
Man: Well I never forget a pretty face
Me: Oh, I thought that it was because I was one of your best students
Man: ba-haa, haa, haa (with his head in the air and walking away)
Well-for those of you that remember History at RRCC, you remember Mr. Dick! After 10 years he remembered me...I wished I could have told him more, but I didn't...things like; that's where I developed my stalking-of-my-future-husband-stage, where I got a C in History because I wasn't too overwhelmed to remember simple facts I was just to immature to care, where I made some great friendships, and that I wished I hadn't called him "Mr. Dick" behind his back because he really was a great teacher and a smart, smart man.