Mucho fun!

Meara, gosh. Who knew such heat was to be had up north.

Well, I'm tryin' to spread the word, what can I say? :) So far, six responses, none of them amazing (one the spammy one from last night, and one that is totally not for a date as she's out of my age range and not my type, but we're planning ot play scrabble). But I"m trying to respond to them all and give it a shot.

Everyone in the class (pretty much) said her tests are by far the hardest because of the typos and poorly worded questions.

Ew, now that's super frustrating.

"You know how they are, with the whole 'My people were in the Holocaust' excuse for everything."

.....good lord. Good for your hubs for not letting THAT crazy bullshit slide.

PLEASE, please, please, please let this work into something good.

GOOD LUCK, SUZI!!!

OOO! Good luck to Suzi!!

.....good lord. Good for your hubs for not letting THAT crazy bullshit slide.

ETA: The Roto Rooter guys are here. $350 for the massive snaking necessary to clear out the mainline. Here's hoping it works.

Okay, in the same vein as the "holocaust excuse", today I bumped into the PR person for the theatre I work at part time. There is me, and one other black house manager. Who is 5 inches shorter, 75 pounds lighter, different complexion and looks NOTHING like me. Her name is Thakira. Pretty simple.

So, PR person says to me "I have trouble pronouncing your first name."

I looked at her, puzzled and said "Stephanie?"

She said, attempting to recover, "oh, I meant your last name"

I looked at her and said, innocently, "Johnson?"

She laughed uncomfortably and said "who am I confusing you with?"

I just said "I have no idea"

Wasn't it nice of me to let it go?

*blinks*

She what?

Could she have possibly just totally forgotten your name entirely? Or ... yeah, I got nothing.

that's a technique I have used when I forget someone's name but I would have stopped before "who am I confusing you with?"

OK, I have to admit, I've done things like that dozens of times, with people of all different races. Because I have no memory for faces whatsoever -- unless I've actually had a one-on-one conversation with somebody lasting at least a good fifteen minutes or so, there's very little likelihood I'll get beyond, "Yeah, you look familiar" the next time I see them. After quite a few embarrassing times when I tried to guess the person's name or where I'd seen them before and ended up guessing totally wrong, I've pretty much resigned myself to saying, "Remind me, where did I meet you?" pretty often.

(There's a story that's been circulating for a while about a well-known mathematician not recognizing his daughter when he saw her somewhere where he didn't expect to see her. I don't know if it's true, but I don't actually have trouble believing it.)

She laughed uncomfortably and said "who am I confusing you with?"

At least she didn't *actually* say, "Now, which one are you?"

Wow, Hil and I are the same person! Seriously, my memory sucks, and I cannot remember faces to save my life. God is it humiliating.

Not saying that's what happened with Vortex's person, just sending out a "my sister" shout to Hil.

Heh, Vortex that reminds me of a classic lawyer joke.

During recruiting season a law student gets taken out by a potential firm and totally wasted. But he still has interviews the next day with another firm. He drags his ass in and he's deeply and completely hungover. In fact, he can't even remember the name of the firm.

He decides to fake the information out during the course of his first interview with a partner. At the end of the interview he says, "You know I'm sorry to ask but I was having a little trouble spelling the name of your firm. Could you spell it out for me?"

The Partner gives him a long look and with a totally straight face says, "B-r-o-w-n and W-o-o-d."

(True story? Maybe)