After Church today, I walked through T.J.Maxx looking for new porch furniture cushions. I replace cushions every year it seems because both Andy and Sister like to sit on the love seats. When you come over, I'll try to brush off the cat and dog hair, OK?
A pretty red-haired woman turned around in the aisle to say, "Do you know me?" I looked at her face. She looked as familiar as all people do as Children of God but "know" her? Nope.
She said, "How about this: That would be me!"
This did not help. I started thinking about Cheesehead. She'd say something like this.
After explaining that I had cotton balls for brains on Sunday afternoons, I admitted I couldn't say her name.
Turns out that I did her wedding 15 years ago.
When she and her husband showed up to look at the church, then meet with the preacher, they asked for the preacher. I replied, "That would be me." This reply stayed with them as a humorous moment.
I'm glad I saw them. Both are happy people, happy with each other and delighted with their work.
Note to Self: Push legislation that every person in my path wear a name tag at all times.