Last night, actually. I was over at Emma’s fixing her computer. Her sister, Molly, came down, looked at me and said “Hi, I’m Molly. Who are you?”, in a manner that would suggest to an outsider that we have never met. Interestingly, I’ve known Molly for over 5 years. Molly and I have had Thanksgiving together multiple times. Molly and I know each other.
Even when confronted with these facts, she was disbelieving, claiming that I look different or something. Now, in her defense, she was 10 when we met, but still. I’d like to think that I’m a little more memorable than that.