One of the links that I have on my page is to another blog entitled Bedtime Stories. I have no idea who the guys is, but his profile states he's a 30-something doctor living in Malaysia. I stumbled onto his page whilst reading an entry on another favorite page, Puntabulous. The author, one of my fabulous brothers-in-law, lists several links for other blogs. One day while recovering from a rather side splitting episode of Super Viagra, I checked out the other pages that Craig had linked, and the name caught my eye. Interesting, thought I.
Anyway, it's been a couple of days since I last checked in on the adventures of Dr. Bedtime Stories. The last posting was about running into a guy in a bakery that recognized him, but he couldn't figure out who in the blue-blazes this kid was. Long story short, the kid was the baby brother of a friend from high school, and the last time The Good Doctor saw him, the kid was kindergarten age, chubby and naked (so states the kid).
Where am I going with this? I really have no idea, but it did get me thinking about something... If you ran into someone that knew you, but you couldn't remember them to save your life, would you pretend to remember the person to avoid a potentially embarrassing situation, or would you admit to a total brain fart?
Think about it...
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I admit to it every time. Usually I can picture them in their natural habitat, like behind a counter at my favorite store, or someone I run into at the kid's school. Mostly, though, it turns out that we have no connection whatsoever.
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