I was at the grocery store last Thursday, and saw a man eyeing me cautiously.
They all do.
I ignored him, as I do my children when I'm in the grocery store.
Finally he cruised over by me in the produce section. I guarded my basil protectively.
"How's your toe?", he grinned.
I looked at him hard for a minute.
I truly suck at remembering faces.
Something about the toe comment, though....
Oh My God.
It was the guy who was in the car next to me the day my toenail ripped off.
Sixteen months ago.
I make quite an impression, it seems.
That is wild! Ouch though, that must have hurt!
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