Something I forgot to mention earlier this evening. While I was in the pub, minding my own business, watching the game and enjoying a pint I was approached by a shaven headed stranger who knew my name.
The first few seconds of the encounter with this stranger caused a moments panic. This panic soon dispersed when I realised the said stranger was harmless. I then felt a little embarrassed, he knew me, I didn’t know him, however from his approach I should have known him like an old friend.
I had to ask who he was as I wasn’t going to start chatting to somebody I didn’t know, pretending to know them – that would have inevitably ended in even more awkwardness, I’ve seen enough sitcoms to know that.
Turns out that I went to school with him 8 years ago, I still can’t remember who he was or recognise him. Either my brain is aging rapidly and I am losing my memory or he has aged rapidly and I am keeping my boyish looks.
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