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I've just had my second encounter today with someone whose name I couldn't remember.
The first was in the hallway while waiting for my doctor's office to open--an ex-neighbor who now lives in that building and greeted me with "Hey, Inwood girl." I suspect we never knew each other's names.
The second was just now, coming back from the office cafeteria. He said "Vicki" in tones of surprise. It was one of the people who used to do freelance proofreading for Computing Reviews, when I was working there. We chatted a bit, and he wished me well here; I'd forgotten that he'd been working for McGraw-Hill one day a week for a very long time. I checked the address book in my PDA, and it reminded me that his name is Lester.
The first was in the hallway while waiting for my doctor's office to open--an ex-neighbor who now lives in that building and greeted me with "Hey, Inwood girl." I suspect we never knew each other's names.
The second was just now, coming back from the office cafeteria. He said "Vicki" in tones of surprise. It was one of the people who used to do freelance proofreading for Computing Reviews, when I was working there. We chatted a bit, and he wished me well here; I'd forgotten that he'd been working for McGraw-Hill one day a week for a very long time. I checked the address book in my PDA, and it reminded me that his name is Lester.