I swear I recognize your face ...
Or so she said. In all honesty, I had no clue who she was.
Still don't, for that matter.
But she knew me. She was sure of it. I'd helped her find some obscure books about a month ago, she said.
Nope, I still had no idea who she was. But of course, like a good little librarian, I played along and feigned memory.
"Oh, yes, I remember, you're uh ... uh ... it's on the tip of my tongue ..."
"Angela."
"Yes, that's it! Angela! How have you been?"
Ah, the classic tongue-tied-stutter approach. Works every time.
So in the end, she was very happy and I was much relieved. But I was still quite sure I had never seen her before in my life.
More than likely she was thinking of the other guy who works here (yes, there are only two of us), even though he looks nothing like me. Then again, at her age, memory and eyesight lapses can be forgiven, I suppose.
(I mean, after all, she's still a heck of lot sharper than the OWG.)
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