This weekend, after the our service, I dropped by a reception for an in-coming associate pastor and his wife. I don’t recall meeting either of them before.
Both of them were greeting people at a receiving line. As I reached her (first), I extended my hand and prepared to introduce myself.
“You’re Brian, right?” she asked.
“Yes,” I said. more than a little surprised.
“Didn’t you major in business or long-term health care?” she followed up.
“No, but I did take a few classes from that department.”
“My roommate was in a class with you.”
“Oh, who was that?”
“Lisa ___.”
“Sorry, I don’t recall her.”
[Bear in mind that I graduated from college over ten years ago.]
Then I greeted the pastor.
“Hi Brian.”
“Hi,” I laughed
“I believe I talked to your dad earlier.”
I wondered how he knew me. Apparently, he was a freshman in college the year I graduated.
Either these people have a freakish memory, or there’s an FBI file out on me. Anyway, the contrast highlights how bad I am when I meet people. Here’s me trying to get to know someone:
“Yeah, I know you told me what your name was five minutes ago, but can you repeat it?”
Yes, it’s that bad.
Funny how human memory works.