I can’t remember faces. I can’t remember names. Or rather, I don’t. This is horrifically embarrassing. Often. Last night I went to the library, and while I was at the counter, I saw a guy I recognized. He worked there, and I even recognized that I had seen him and talked to him before. But that wasn’t where I knew him from. Bolstered by my being able to remember that I had forgotten who he was (a success, generally), I ventured to speak.
Overread: Hey, I’m sure I know you. Where have we met?
Counter
Dude: Oh, I took X class. (I TAed it last year)
OR: Oh, cool, yeah. I’m sorry I’m so awful with names and faces. I’ve even seen you here at the library before, right?
CD: Yeah.
OR: So how’s it going?
CD: I failed that class.
[Smile fades from OR’s face. Uncomfortable Pinter-esque pause. Exit CD stage left.]
When will I learn?
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