Sometimes, as I'm walking around in malls, on the streets, or in offices, I spot a face that I don't give a second glance to. He or she may be looking at me, maybe even smiling at me, but I continue on, unmindful. A few seconds later, the face suddenly registers and a memory is tickled. I look back to check but often the owner of that face has gone and I am left wondering if I knew him or her. There are times when the tickled memory lets out a giggle and vague scenes play out in my mind. The face seems to fit one of those persons in the memory but I can't be sure. Sometimes, the memory laughs out loud and I'm sure I know the person but the name escapes me. There is a tinge of embarrassment that I might have snubbed the person and maybe even ruined a friendship. But occasionally, the memory bursts out in a guffaw and I remember both face and name. I turn around and hope he is looking my way so I can greet him. Often, he is and we may exchange smiles, a wave, a handshake, or a word or two. It's a nice feeling to meet someone and acknowledge that you once knew him. So, if you see me around town and I seem to ignore you, don't think bad about me. It may just be a slow memory day for me or it may be my myopia. Give me a tap, and if my face has that blank look, tell me your name and where we met. I'll be glad to share a smile, a giggle, a laugh, or even a guffaw. (",)
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