In Cognito

Today, as I was walking through our university's student center building, I saw a woman who directs one of the summer conferences that visits campus. I will call her Franki. I have not seen her since summer of 2005 when her high-maintenance group was on campus. This past summer, I was not slaving away in that job during their conference, so I did not see her.

Back to today: I'm walking with a friend, who I will call Mark, chatting, when Mark notices that I seem highly distracted from my task of purchasing an afternoon muffin. (It was a good day for a muffin.) Franki glanced right at me without any sign of recognition, and went back to her meeting (with three other people, probably complaining about fees). I didn't stop to say hello because I didn't want an hour of my life to disappear while she talked. As I continued to walk, I realized that my hair saved me. Franki hasn't seen me since my hair got long, and the mousse today wasn't doing its job, so there was a definite poof going on in the front. Hooray for low-quality mousse.

For fear of her recognizing and catching up to me, I didn't stop at the coffee shop, and didn't get my muffin. But, I'm OK with that.