It’s said that DC is a very small place and it’s so true. Especially for those that have chosen to make this place their home and aren’t just passing through. My friends often joke that I run into my ex’s everywhere we go–not true–but it has happened enough to be laugh-worthy… slightly.
We grabbed some lunch at Lou’s on Saturday and as we were finishing our meal, two women were seated next to us and I realized that I’d worked with both of them at my very first job in DC. Aside from slight wrinkling and greying, both of them hadn’t changed too much in the 14 years since we worked together, at least not the point where I didn’t recognize them immediately. The weird thing was they both looked me directly in the eye and had no glimmer of recognition. Now sure, I was just the administrative assistant1 back then, but nothing, really?
I’ve been told I have an abnormally2 good memory for odd things, tv/movie lines and song lyrics mostly, but I do remember people I’ve had a prolonged association with. Of course, I only worked there for 5 months3 so I’m sure to them I was just one blip in a long line of office admins. And it happens often enough, even with people I work with now, that I don’t really pay much attention to it. It was just the randomness of it and maybe that feeling deep down that you’d like to be memorable in some way to people, even if you just delivered their mail and transferred their phone calls for a short time. Then again, like I said, there are people who I’ve worked with here for years and I may see them around DC and we’re like any other random passersby on the street.
It was just an odd set of circumstances. Brought back some memories, not all of them good, but was still an interesting trigger to remember where I was 14 years ago and look at where I am now. I suppose next May will be my crystal anniversary in DC.4 Some days it doesn’t feel like I’ve been here that long, others it feels like I’ve been here forever. And since I don’t see myself leaving anytime soon, let’s see what the future holds.
Next time though, I’m going to be that guy that walks over and says “Hey #name, remember me?”
1 AKA the “office bitch” and not in the Joan Collins on Dynasty way.
2 Or more often “frighteningly” by my other half.
3 That felt much longer.
4 And the following September will be my 40th year on this planet… at which point I will turn 30-something again and for the rest of my life.
Either they were transfixed into confusion by your beauty, or you forgot to turn off the perception filter again. Consider the source.
I vote for beauty. =D