Three times.
Sigh.
We went to an art gallery for a book signing and art showing - the art was Fletcher Crossman's and the book was about his art written by Jason's friend Nick Smith.
I love Fletcher's work. Love it. But had a slight case of the giggles when I saw the prices by his work last night. Perhaps he would paint a postage stamp sized piece for me, maybe I could afford that! If I ever win the lottery, I'm going to buy the Apple Thief and then have my house remodeled so it will fit.
On the plus side, I was given the low down on Digestive Biscuits and how to properly eat them -with jam (or jelly as we Yanks say)and butter or dipped in tea.
At one point, I realized that of the three people we were talking to, two were from England, one from Scotland and we were the odd ones out.
Loki sez: It's okay that you didn't take me to the art gallery.
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I get that all the time. There is a couple down my street who I pass regularly, have been introduced to frequently and still look completely blank when they see me at a neighborhood thing. I just can't care anymore and ignore them.
Joan - I was finding it a bit funny and not taking offense because this person meets tons of people, but for real, three times???
Back when I was in state government (in Missouri) I quickly learned to shake hands and say "Good to see you." Notice I left off "again" and did not say "meet."
Wonder why I left politics? I was GOOD!
Smooth, Chuck, very smooth!
Thanks to Chuck, now I know what to say, too! Because, honestly, I have a memory like a sieve, never been good with names or faces and, after living alone for so many years, I frequently walk around in such a daze that I walk past people I've known for years. "My head in the clouds" is a phrase that springs to mind, too.
This may explain why I also never see all the celebrities that live in my nabe and my friends do. I'm just not paying attention.
Oh, and I bet you're not boring at all, I meant to say.
It's not you, it's them.
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