Thursday, March 23, 2006

Small World, But I Wouldn't Want to Paint It

Sitting in the San Francisco airport waiting for a connecting flight (yay cheap fares! boo sitting on my butt in San Francisco!), I just saw a fellow I worked with about 15 years ago walk by. I was paralyzed, though, and didn't go after him - I couldn't remember his name!

(Ten minutes later - it was Darryl.)

Just as well. He was kind of a jerk.

3 comments:

The Complimenting Commenter said...

I completely understand that not remembering the name thing. And then it hits you. Very cool observation and post. Thanks for making me feel normal.

Orikinla Osinachi. said...

Life goes on and as we move on, we cannot carry excess luggage and many would be left behind or by the wayside.

No man is God.

mythago said...

Technically SFO isn't even in San Francisco, so you missed nothing.