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Writing Clothes

When I write, I like to wear my comfy, well-worn jeans with my old sweatshirt that has a faded brand name across the chest and not much fleece left inside. It helps me think. Sometimes I forget I have my "writing clothes" on and head for the supermarket.  As I navigate the aisles, I get the odd charitable look and it's not until I see a glimpse of myself in the glass reflection, that I realize I look like a "bag-lady." Not the nicest image to heap on the public while searching for quick meal ideas.  But doesn't it just frost your mind when you meet up with someone you haven't seen in decades?

It happened to me the other day. I was at the supermarket deciding on fresh wild sockeye salmon or skinless/boneless chicken thighs when a tentative voice murmured, "Is that you?"  As I turned to see who it was, I prayed it wasn't who she thought I was. Hopefully, there would be an embarrassed laugh and an awkward apology over mistaken identity.

I swear this was how it went.

This strange woman gushed, "Oh, it is you. It's been much too long!"  Frantically, I searched my memory and thought she looked like someone I knew twenty years ago.  The reddish-orange, frizzy hair seemed familiar.

Clutching my package of chicken thighs, I said apologetically, "You do look familiar but I'm sorry I can't put a name to your face?"

"Goodness, you can't remember everything and it's been a lot of years. I remembered you had the knack of remembering everything in the workplace. You were also quite a fashion-plate. I suppose you could afford it since you had a lot of overtime, but we always wondered after you left, if the books were  really balanced or was it covered-up?"

Uh-oh. She's catty and checking out my writing clothes. That means we were never BFFs. I hate her already. What the heck is her name?  Suddenly, she gave a maliciously half-snort, half-raspy laugh, totally unforgettable AND I remembered her.

"Connie--Connie, uh wait, don't tell me your last name--I almost have it. You were on husband #3--darn, I'm sorry, what was your last new name again?"

"Connie?  Who's Connie? Aren't you Marnie Chung, the charter accountant?"

"Sorry, you've got the wrong person."

Without any apologies, this total stranger hastily pushed her cart down the bulk dried fruit and nuts aisle. As for me, I kicked myself for apologizing I wasn't who she thought I was.  But I did decide on getting both the salmon and the chicken--two nights worth of dinners and less chance of meeting another catty nut.

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Laughing -

What a great story. Cheers

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Laughter is always a good

Laughter is always a good start to the day--thanks for looking in Michael!

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What a fantastic episode! I

What a fantastic episode! I can almost see it as a comedy scene in a film set in New York.  Thank you for making me laugh.

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I've switched supermarkets

I've switched supermarkets for a bit,  am wearing my "grocery-shopping" clothes and my favourite hat. So far, no more mistaken identity!  Thanks for checking in Katherine. . .

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How about dark sunglasses?!!!

How about dark sunglasses?!!! Nice one, Judee. m

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Had that in my

Had that in my pocket--thanks, Mary!        :)J

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Yes, people like this do exist!

I think that woman shops in my town too.  Rock your writing clothes, Judee!

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Thanks Eva!                 

Thanks Eva!                  :)J