The other afternoon I was sitting in Fran's car while she used my lap top to do some work-related stuff on the web.
Suddenly I remembered how much water I'd had at lunch ... and there I was on the marina restaurant's parking lot. U-r-g-e-n-c-y rhymes with EMERGENCY and well, you get the idea.
The restaurant didn't open for another 90 minutes but with no other option I ducked inside.
I know (by a first name anyway) 99% of the nice folks who work there, but the point of re-telling this mundane story is that I had trouble recognizing most of them: without uniforms, still dressed in their "casual clothes," they looked so different from the folks I knew.
Entirely different; a simple necktie and button-down shirt can make someone seem familiar when they're totally not.
Man I can be so shallow sometimes, even when I think I'm paying attention.
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