Who are you
I bumped into someone today that I apparently knew. She called me by name, hugged me, and I was embarrassed as hell that I could not remember her name. The meeting was so quick, as both of us were on the way to things, that I didn't have time to find the surreptitious means of finding out who she was, nor did I think to get a phone number or email address. That's always so disconcerting, meeting people you know you should know, but can't quite recall. I've always had a bad memory for faces, too. Hopefully, we'll meet again.