Ok my mother has brought me up properly and I should have loads of manners and know what’s the best way to respond to all situations presented. But all my good manners went out the window the other day…. I have been too mortified to mention it before.
On one of my drive about moments driving through a university campus, I am lost looking for the bookstore… helping the young cousin out! This woman flags me down all excited! Sticking her head into the car the conversation went a little something like this:
Woman : Oh my gosh you went to FIU! Gayle right!Me : (Stunned expectant silence, because yes that is me.)Woman: You don’t remember me!Me : NO!!! ( blank expression on face)Woman : ( stunned look on face) I am Trisha B…. ( Honestly don’t remember what she said)Me : (trying to backpedal and at least show some tact) Oh you kind of look familiar, yes.. yes you must have worn your hair different. (As I peer into her face looking for something, anything that looked familiar.)Woman : No I haven’t changed abit! Anyway so what are you doing here… you live in Jamaica now ?!Me : Oh yes I married a JamaicanWoman : Yes Chad …of course I knew that!! ( Chad is my husband’s name!)Me : (A fresh wave of red washes over my face and yes even with my brown complexion I can turn red!) Oh that’s right you should know him!Woman : Anyway it was nice to see you again.Me : Same here… hope we meet again!I drive off MORTIFIED. Embarrased and Ashamed.And to make it worse my cousin says to me " Gayle how could you tell the woman NO! A little tact, some decorum please!"
I am turning red again just thinking about it. I hate it when I don’t recognize people who clearly know me and my intimate details. I must be getting senile. Now my friends the right way to respond to the initial questions would have been …. Sure! and then wait for the person to divulge who they are. And even if I still don’t remember them at least the person would not have been embarrassed or felt unpopular. My mother does this all the timeNo Embarrassment and no mortification. No one is the wiser, everyone happy. If this ever happens again I hope I remember the right way to deal with this sort of thing.
My mother would probably have my head if I told her and NO I have not told her yet. Still too mortified!