Cat invited me to attend her Christmas party again this year. Christmas is one of the worst times of the year to be single. As she explained, it's easier to bring your sister to an event than another single friend. . . limits the confusion.
As soon as we walk in I recognize a face. A woman with blonde hair, her face is so familiar. I tell Cat, "Hey, I know that lady from somewhere." I see people I recognize everywhere I go. But I'm getting terrible at placing the faces, maybe too many to remember. To narrow it down, I go through a series of images - I have to determine if they are dressed in the same kind of way I normally see them. This woman was not, I knew she was dressed up more than normal, wearing make-up tonight. I try to imagine them in a role. This woman exuded, from my recollection, authority...some kind of power. "I know that I know her from somewhere!"
Cat, in a joking tone said, "Maybe she works at Starbucks." And there it was.....absolutely spot on - suddenly there was white shirt, green apron....and the power.
-Jlt
