... I sat there wondering who the 'f this dude was cuz I hadn't seen anyone there other than me and the two techs....
Then the light bulb lit above my head....I WAS THE OLD DUDE!
(Drift)
Just take that one and drop it in the "I can't remember my own phone number" folder, and leave it be...
I came across a old photo album of mine at my sisters the other day and brought it back to the house. My wife looked through it while I was in the bathroom and when I got out, she told me that there was nobody in there that she recognized..
There were probably a dozen out of maybe 60? with me in it..
I went through and introduced my former self, and she liked him better than she likes me..
It kinda gnawed on me.. I waited a day and told her about that guys affinity for married women, waitresses and tequila, and she excused him for the indiscretion.. Somehow, I doubt she'd extend the same to (the "grown up") me...
I'm not sure what to make of that...
If I lost 50 pounds, lost the beard and got a crew cut, there's no telling what kind of evil could befall me..
Does this mean that "Portliness is next to godliness"? Kinda makes one wonder!..
