to quote Zelazny...

[rocknload]

Today I was working, trailing behind my dad down a street in West Phoenix, when a car pulled over right next to me. He was trying to fix something on his cell phone, and unlike everyone else in the Valley he actually did the smart thing and stopped driving. I glanced at him to see what he was doing, he glanced back at him, and he said, "Hey, I remember you."

"... Er," I said. "What?"

"I remember the glasses."

".......... Huh." I've got no memory for faces, but I was pretty sure I'd never seen the guy before in my life--not to mention the fact that I haven't lived in the area for going on eight years. I do wind up down there about six days out of every month, but it's a big fucking city, Phoenix.

"Sorry to bother you," he said, shrugging, and he finished messing with his cell phone, put his car in gear and drove off.

Is that not just a little strange? He seemed totally sincere; I seriously think he meant it, or else he was just trying to mess with me, which is equally odd. It's not like he tried to con me or anything. I swear, the laws of probability are always just a little strained in my vicinity.

Comments

[rocknload.livejournal.com]

Dude, I've spent enough time around here that I know it's not normal. You cannot trick me.

[parcus.livejournal.com]

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[rocknload.livejournal.com]

Do random folks happen to pull over near you while you're going about your day and claim to recognize you from somewhere? I think not. I would've heard about it.

[parcus.livejournal.com]

Uhm.Thisrandomguystartedtotalktomeaboutfountainpensandsociety

[rocknload.livejournal.com]

Pfft, random people engage me in conversation about random things all the time. The fellow must claim some kind of connection to qualify.