Mystery guy but no mystery to the parts

[susandennis]

I just passed a guy in the cafeteria - on the way to get my bagel - who said, as he walked by, "Hi, Susan" - with an air of someone I know fairly well but see infrequently. It could have been the tone of someone who didn't expect to see me here but wasn't terribly surprised.

And I have not the foggiest notion of who this guy is. Not a clue. Not one inkling. He was young and cute and polished looking and was carrying a laptop that had a plate of breakfast sitting on top and he was by himself. So clearly he is working in this building or one of the three nearby.

I don't know if I know him from working with him - at another company as co-employees or a vendor - or if I know him from somewhere else entirely.

I feel guilty that I am so clueless. He seemed like a guy who should be remembered.

Then my officemate came in talking about penises. She went to see Take Me Out last night and she is reeling in tales of full frontal nudity. She was particularly distracted by a shower scene where a group of naked actors faced the audience for the entire scene. "I don't think I've ever seen penises all lined up like that where you could really compare."

I don't think I have either. Nor have I had a more strange morning at work - at least not recently!