Then there are the few times I sneak to the store in my old ratty clothes with unwashed hair and no makeup. Why is that the only time I run into someone I haven't seen in ages. No matter how glad they say they are to see you, you can see the look in their eyes that says, "wow has she aged, and is she homeless?".
Of course there are the times that you run into someone and know that you know them but you have no idea where from. There they are cutting fabric at JoAnn's, and while you wait for your turn you frantically search your mind to drag up that one morsel of information that will turn the light on in what is left of your feeble little brain. They in the meantime know exactly who you are. If you are lucky, and they are nice, they will drop you a hint.
Why is it that no matter which checkout line or drive through window you pick, it is the wrong one. The one person in front of you may only have one item, but they need a price check. In the meantime you are wishing you had used the bathroom before you left home.
I did mange to get some of my Christmas shopping done today. The rest of it should be pretty easy. I'm wondering why I put it off so long. Time to pour a glass of eggnog and roll out the Christmas music.