You know those moments when you pass someone you think you recognise in the street, but you’re not entirely sure it’s them, and after a moment’s deliberation acknowledge them only to be embarrassed when it’s not actually them? Well I took that scenario to a whole new level today.
I was sauntering along University Avenue between classes, when I passed a guy who clocked me and slowed as I did. From the corner of my eye I caught that ‘not quite sure if it’s them’ look on his face, so I glanced back once I’d passed to find him still glancing back at me with the same puzzled expression. So I stopped in my tracks, racking my brains, trying to figure out if I recognised this guy too, and turned and saw that the guy had also stopped.
I weighed up what would be the more awkward thing to do at this point; start walking in the opposite direction again, or find out if this was someone I should legitimately know? Too many seconds of standing staring at each other had passed so I bit the bullet and walked the few steps back to him. I still couldn’t figure out if I should know this guy, and was preparing to have to pretend that I did until I could place him. It was not until we were within an arm’s length of each other that he realised that I was not in fact the person he thought he’d recognised, and scuttled away in apologetic embarrassment, leaving me standing there like a retard. Thanks buddy.
