I had the most bizarre thing happen to me on Sunday.
We had a group of bikers in for their monthly meeting in the back of the bar and several tables in the dining room. I had just finished taking orders for the bikers, and was in the process of getting all the burgers on the grill when Sharron said there was someone who wanted to talk to me.
“She says she knows you.”
I opened the swinging doors and there was a woman with a look of absolute joy on her face.
“I know you! We used to work together!”
I had no idea who she was.
“You used to be a CNA and we worked together!”
“Uh…NO. I’ve never been a CNA.”
“Yes you were, and we worked together!”
“No, sorry, but I’ve never worked at a hospital or in any medical capacity.”
“Well, where have you worked?”
“Uh…the Harribalsac and the Spaghetti Western. That covers the last 5 years.”
“Where have you worked since then?”
“Oh! I know! You used to work at that little store on the hill.”
“No. I’ve never worked in a little store anywhere.”
“Yes, you did!”
“No! I DIDN’T”
“Your name is Holly, right?”
“Well then, I know you.”
You got me there. I know this woman’s name, so I guess we are friends.
“I’m sorry, but I don’t know who you are.”
“Are you from here?”
“Yes. I’m sorry, but I’m very busy and I need to get back to work.”
“Well, where else have you worked.”
“LADY, I DON’T KNOW YOU. I’M SORRY.”
I closed the swinging doors in her face and went back to work.
I felt Sharron eyeballing me from across the kitchen.
“I have no idea who she is.”
“Yeah, I got that.”
So last night while I was in bed reading ’50 Shades of Gr-Ahahaha’ I felt a faint memory trying to surface. I remembered when I was cooking at the airport, that woman came in to talk to one of the servers. I told the server I didn’t want to talk to her because she was the most painfully stupid woman I had ever met. Worse still, she was an arguing stupid, as in you could tell her something, “The sky is blue” and she would argue about it endlessly.
Still, I have no memory of working with her, so it had to have been before I moved to Laramie in 1991. After I moved back from Laramie in 1997, I had office jobs, where I was pretty much the only person, until I started cooking at the airport in 2003.
As much as I rack my brain, I can’t place where I met her, but I obviously didn’t like her. After yesterday’s encounter, I can see nothing has changed; she still argues, she’s still dumb and oblivious, and I still don’t like her.