Ez: Hey, Becca!
B: (quizzical look)
Ez: Remember me?
Ez: You don't remember me?
B: Nope. I don't think so.
Ez: I'm Jon's friend.
B: I only remember one of Jon's friends.
Ez: How about this - imagine me half the size I am now. Now do you remember me?
B: Ummm.... no.
Ez: You really don't remember me?
B: No. I only remember one of Jon's friends.
Ez: And not me? Well, who DO you remember?
B: It doesn't matter. You're not him.
Ez: Well, try me. I want to know who you do remember.
B: You're not him!
Ez: Well, what's his name?
B: What's the difference? I don't remember you.
Ez: Well, what's his name anyway?
B: His name is Ezzie.
Ez: (OOF) (laughing) I'M Ezzie.
B: No you're not!
Ez: Yes, I am!
Ez: Really, I am.
B: Well, you don't look like Ezzie.
Ez: Look again.
B: (peers intently) Okay, maybe a little.
Monday, June 19, 2006
Thanks a TON
At my friend's engagement party, I notice that sitting on the couch is a little girl who looks quite familiar... but a little older than I remember, wearing glasses. She's my friend's little sister (8 years old?), and I used to be at their house quite a bit when I was single (and even a couple of times after). They moved to Israel this year, and I haven't seen her in over a year. I look her in the eye and start a conversation...