I’m walking through the grocery store picking up ingredients to make salsa.
I see a girl that I went to high school with and duck down an aisle to hide.
As I look at the peppers I start feeling sorry that I hid.
In the frozen foods aisle I see the girl again. She’s walking with another girl.
When she gets about 4 feet away I say enthusiastically - “Hi Ashley!”. Smile. Smile. Smile.
She looks at me and says, “Hi!” in a cheery but stilted fashion and keeps walking and I realize that OH WAIT! I don’t think it’s a girl I went to high school with AT ALL! NOPE! It’s a stranger who thinks I’m some sort of psychopath!
I proceed to feel like an awkward idiot for at least 4 hours (& it will probably bother me for at least a year). This is why I usually hide from people I semi-know. Incidents like this.