On my way to work last week, I found myself standing next to a former high school classmate on the train. I debated saying hello to her but decided against it because who really wants to be cornered into a conversation during her morning commute? I, personally, don't mind (just for the record) but I didn't want to bother her, so I went back to reading my New Yorker. A little while later, unable to restrain myself--and throwing all morning commuter etiquette to the tracks--I tapped her on the shoulder (you must understand, I hadn't seen this girl in nine years):
Me: Excuse me. Did you go to (insert high school name here)?
Former high school classmate: Yes.
Me: (insert girl's name here)!
Former high school classmate (nonplussed)
Me: It's me...Sabila.
Former high school classmate: Sabila! I didn't recognize you AT ALL!
Me (sighing with relief): Yah, I used to wear glasses...
Thank goodness for small miracles.
5 comments:
I think you should post some pictures of when you were a dorky teenager; we readers need to be able to appreciate the seismic nature of the change.
Erkel
after she said she didn't recognize you, you should've said:::
"OH THANK GOD! For a moment there I thought I'd be stuck having a min-numbing conversation with you about the old days of high school."
=)
Erkel: I've only posted a pic of my nose on this blog. I don't plan on posting pics of myself (ie, my entire being).
I mean most of my readers already know me in real life or have found me through Friendster or Naseeb. Dorky pics of me are available for viewing on the former networking site.
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