There I was, walking out of a store with a lovely diet coke and a chicken ceasar salad for later. Yum. Up drives a silver van, and the lady driving is waving. Oh, maybe I know her, I think. I wave back. She stops. She rolls down the window and leans over to say, “Hi, Paige! How are you!?”<\/p>\n
“Fine! How are you?” I ask. She knows my name. I MUST know her. How do I know her?<\/p>\n
“Are you still in the Bells on Temple Square?” she asks.<\/p>\n
“Yes, I am,” I reply. Still wracking the brain. Come on, brain. Who is this? Is she from my ward in Lehi? PTA? High School? Where do I know her from?<\/p>\n
“Oh, I watched that concert when it was on tv, and saw you. That must be fun,” she says.<\/p>\n
Who IS THIS PERSON? I am trying to figure it out. She knows I’m in bells, she recognized me on tv… “Oh, it is so much fun. This year’s guest artist is going to be the King’s singers,” I say trying to figure it all out.<\/p>\n
“The nurse practitioner in our pediatrician’s office’s brother is in that choir with you,” she says. She told me that name, and sure enough, I know the nurse’s brother. He stands behind me every week. But heck if I can figure out who this nice and friendly woman is.<\/p>\n
We wrap up our conversation and I walk away. “Who was that?” Megan asks me.<\/p>\n
“I honestly have no idea,” I told her.<\/p>\n
In driving home, I was waiting for it to click in. You know, that light bulb moment that you sometimes get AFTER the moment when you need the information has past? It didn’t come. I’m still wondering. So, if that was you, and you were talking to me in the parking lot the other day, I am so sorry I didn’t remember your name. Why don’t you e-mail me and remind me, because it’s really bugging me that I can’t figure it out.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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