Just had one of those horribly awkward encounters where someone comes up to you and starts chatting like she’s one of your oldest friends, but you (or, in this case, I) have no idea who the heck it is.
I scraped by with a few nods and smiles and then managed to get away with both of our senses of dignity intact.
Until she reads your blog tonight…
Good point. Although I’m betting on the odds that only about four people read my blog. And she’s likely not one of them 🙂
So funny, this just happened to me too! I was getting ready to head home for the night, when I guy stopped me and started chatting. He was all friendly, asking what I was doing on the weekend. I had never talked to this person before. So awkward….
Hehe 🙂 I guess we just have “one of those faces” … although, to be honest, I really have no idea what that means!