This weekend I ran into someone I went to high school with.
For most people, this would be a mildly pleasant experience, as it was someone I always got along with and rather enjoyed her sense of humor.
For me, it was not.
First of all, I started out by calling her the wrong name. Smooth.
We did the basic “What are you doing here?” conversation.
Then, as always, I tried to get out of the conversation as quickly as possible, before making an even bigger ass of myself.
Unfortunately, I didn’t think it through. I exited the conversation, and then realized we were in a very tiny store, where there was no place to hide from my own awkwardness.
So, I tried to appear very absorbed in a book about the Dalai Lama. Which, while very interesting, probably didn’t deserve the unwavering attention I gave it for a solid ten minutes.
Fortunately, I think she understood my awkwardness. At least, I haven’t received any hate messages from her.