This evening, I was sitting outside the gymnastics room at the Y
waiting for my seven-year-old's class to be over. Another woman
and her preteen daughter were also waiting for the class to end.
The gymnastics room is right next to the lone racquetball court.
Shortly before the end of the gymnastics class, three men came over to
play racquetball. One of them was eyeing the other woman, like he
recognized her. Apparently he did:
Man: Did you go to [local high school]?
Woman: Yeah.
Man: Is your name Jennifer**?
Woman: Yeah.
Man: Don't you remember me? I used to be your partying buddy!
Woman: I partied too much. Maybe that's why I don't remember you.
Man: It's me! Bobby Wheeler! I can't believe you don't remember!
Woman: Oh. Yeah. Bobby. You look like you've lost some weight.
Man: Actually, I've gained 40 pounds over the past year.
Woman: Gonna play some racquetball?
Man: Yeah. See ya.
He joined his buddies, and the woman said to her daughter, "I still don't have any idea who he is."
The really fun part was listening to "Jennifer" try to find a delicate way to explain to her
daughter how/why she didn't recognize "Bobby" without actually saying,
"I drank and did so many drugs back in high school that I barely
remember attending."
**Names have been changed, obviously.



