My Half Of An Awkward Conversation That Hasn’t Happened, Yet.

Yes, this does embarrass me. It is pretty awkward.

I know.

Well, I guess about twenty-six years or so, right? I mean we both got here at about the same time. Yeah, the whole time.

Mulva? (somechum.com)

No, I didn’t just forget. Honestly, I’ve never known. I’m sure someone told me once. I forgot back then and it snowballed from there.

You’ve been very nice. It certainly isn’t your fault. For what it is worth, you’re not the only one. I’m sort of not good like that.

I am really sorry.

I know, but what else am I going to say?

Can I just say something in my defense? Thanks. I just thought I’d point out that I was pretty sure you didn’t work here anymore.

Well, it means that I don’t think all twenty-six years are my fault. Why would I try to find out if I thought I would never see you in the hall?

I know, I am grasping at straws. I spent all my energy hiding the fact that I did not know for all these years. I didn’t get around to contingency planning for things like you figuring it out.

No.  No idea. No, you didn’t do anything. I just forgot and you were very nice whenever I needed help. After ten years of you being nice and me not knowing, how on earth could I just go on and ask you something like that. A normal person would have found out so he could have a normal conversation like he does with Donna and John and all the rest of the people in your section.

Mmm, yeah, perhaps listing their names isn’t helping things. But you know how John talks about himself in the third person? “John will get that for you.” “John thinks Duke is going to win the ACC Tournament this year.” Of course I’m going to remember that, it’s too weird to forget.

Nice to see you again, I mean despite the whole not learning your name for twenty-six years thing.

I know, not funny.

Well, have a nice day…You.