Err.... no!

I was walking around at work this afternoon when I was stopped by some woman. Some woman who I have absolutely no recollection of whatsoever, but it was so obvious she knew me from some years back.

I know my mind is unforgiving and can only remember unimportant stuff like song lyrics, but isn't it so embarrassing?  This woman knew my name, where I used to live, my parents and even my dog; and she was waxing away to some tune. How have you been? How's life treating you? Do you remember Paul? Never mind Paul - whoever he is, who are you? 

So I'm stood there listening, trying to look attentive and agreeing with everything she's saying, all the while racking my brain, trying to remember who this woman is; and it's not working, just nothing. In such situations the simplest thing to do is admit you have no idea who the person is, but no. Instead I'm stood there treating this woman like a long lost friend, "oh yes, Paul, he did what? I never would have thought that of him." Who? 

So anyway, the woman is going at it like a train and by the time she's finished I've learned she's been married, is now divorced and has three kids to show for it. What a lively existence it has been for you mystery woman, I'm thinking.

Than comes the million dollar question. "Are you not married yet, settled down with some kids?" 

Err...... no! Worst part of it? Little Miss Mischief is stood by my side trying her hardest not to laugh. Of all the people, you know?

And don't even get me started on the story of the turkey in the rucksack. Trust me, no.