OFPS

I ran into an old friend of mine in Walmart today, we waitressed together at the Lodge wayyy back when. We were standing by the produce section, chit-chatting, and I happened to look toward the entrance doors and there was Justin, a friend of my brothers'. I noticed he was wearing what looked like a street-bike-gear jacket. We did the wave and head-nod thing and I went back to my conversation with Bev.

Later, after I'd loaded the vehicle with groceries and was returning the cart, I saw Justin again, sitting on his bike putting on his helmet, about 3 lanes away. I caught his eye and threw my arm up, giving a huge wave. He did a double-take, slowly raised his own hand and waved back, and then kind of leaned forward and squinted at me.

That's when I realized it wasn't Justin. Different coat. Shorter.

I let out kind of a crazy laugh, shook my head at myself, grinning sheepishly ear-to-ear, face beet-red, and hustled it back to Suzi at record speed. Poor guy is probably still wondering who the heck I am and how he knows me.