The Post IN Which I Admit MY Mortification

…and abysmal depth of embarrassment for smiling and waving at a young man in a restaurant today during the lunch hour, repeatedly…

Hmmmm… Let’s see. The glasses are the same. The face is the same. The plaid shirt is the same. Peek of ink under the sleeve… He pays his tab, gets up and walks by our table giving me the Dead Eye, and much to my dismay, turns out NOT to be Jason Pye.

Apologies all around. Deep, abject apologies to all involved. Sheesh, he must think I’m some kind of stalker or something…

As for my lunch partner, you can stop laughing about now, too.

1 Comment

  1. September 21, 2011 at 2:01 pm

    […] Sister : The Post IN Which I Admit MY Mortification …and abysmal depth of embarrassment for smiling and waving at a young man in a restaurant today […]


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