Because I do. Way too often

  • I used to work at a theater. A guy replied “You, too,” when I said enjoy your movie. The other guy with him said his name and I remember it. I remember the brand and color of his shirt and shoes, his haircut, his glasses. He’s who I think about when I’m falling asleep.

    Just kidding, I only remember a new person after several encounters over weeks and having to ask their name dozens of times.