Saturday night Nathan and I found ourselves shoe shopping at our local supermarket. Our first stop had been to the New Balance store, but they closed early and wouldn’t be open again until 10:00 this morning. That didn’t work for us since we’re currently on our way to Mackinac Island so we wound up buying shoes and groceries in one shot.
I was in women’s shoes and Nathan was a few aisles down when I heard him talking to someone. A few moments later he came around the corner to tell me he just ran into a guy he worked with years ago, a guy who had actually been one of the groomsman in our wedding. A guy we haven’t seen since the reception.
“What was his name?” asked Nathan.
“Wasn’t it Jeff?” I offered.
Nathan shook his head. “No, I think it was Todd.” A couple of minutes later Jeff/Todd passed the aisle and Nathan pointed him out. He looked nothing like I remembered him. On our wedding day he was a skinny kid with shaggy blonde hair. This guy had a flat top and was at least 50 pounds heavier, leading me to wonder if Nathan actually had the right guy.
We eventually ran into him again in the dairy section and I was introduced to his wife and son. I’m usually okay with asking someone their name if I’ve forgotten it after the initial introduction and that introduction happened just minutes before, but I wasn’t about to ask Jeff/Todd his name, especially after the mention to his wife about standing up at our wedding.
I remembered his mother and his mother’s name and asked about her, hoping the inquiry would make it seem like we also remembered his. He said she was great and still with the company. “She’s a lifer,” he said.
We parted ways and Nathan and I continued to search our memories for the lost name.
“It was Jeff,” I said
“No it wasn’t. It was Todd. Remember there were two Todds. Good Todd and evil Todd.”
“You’re wrong,” I said. “I don’t remember any Todd, good or evil. It was Jeff. I know it was Jeff.”
We went around and around like this until we got home and as soon as I walked through the door I went searching for the scrapbook that held a copy of our wedding program. I couldn’t find it, Nathan couldn’t find it and we were left wondering who was right and who was wrong.
About an hour later we were sitting in front of the TV watching a silly episode of “iCarly” with Autumn when the name just popped into my head. It wasn’t Jeff or Todd.
“Greg! His name was Greg.”
“Greg! Yeah, that’s it,” said Nathan.
So how bad is that, not remembering the name of a guy who was in our wedding party? You now see why we have a very small social circle.
How funny! I love it.
We’ve been going through our old photos this week, trying to sort them into some sort of order. I could not believe how many “friends” we had pictures of that we could not remember their names. Maybe not people from our wedding, but ones we spent a lot of time with, nonetheless!
Funny story! Isn’t it weird how things just pop into your head hours later? That happens to me all the time…
This so happens to me. I have a terrible memory and I will forget all kinds of things…I can be so horrible with names. If I can’t remember something like a name, it will bother me until I remember it…then an hour later, it pops into my head out of the clear blue!
That is so funny Heather. I loved that story. If you ever forget who I am don’t worry…I’ll fill ya in anytime 😉 Isn’t it a shame the people you wish you could forget you never can. Its always the other way around.
Hmph! And I thought we were lifelong friends. That’s it — I’m cutting you out of my will and leaving everything to Jeff, Todd and Todd.
Greg
ps: just kidding
Yep, that’s pretty bad. Although I can’t say for sure that I’ll remember the names of everyone in our wedding either!
Oh my gawd that’s funny. I wouldn’t put something like that past hubs or I, either. ;o0
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LOL..your story cracked me up and reminded me of one of my encounters. I once mistook some stranger who I thought was a long lost friend. Can you imagine the horror on that poor gal’s face when i ran up to her, pat her on the back and said “Hey, what’s wrong with you? Why haven’t I heard from you?” Lesson learnt 😀
Hubby always has this issue, people remember him but he is horrible with remembering faces and names.
I so get the reference in your title. I’m not giving it away. Just sayin’ I know the reference and it says a lot about ya. (And me.)
I crush your bridge.
Goodncrazy-I used to work at a factory where we listed to the radio all the time. The local pop station had Destiny’s Child on frequent rotation. It’s a hard song to forget once you’ve heard it several hundred times!
Mama Bear-would you believe I’m a savant when it comes to random people who play bit parts on TV? I’m great with faces and can usually name about five other shows that person has been on. It usually happens when I watch “Law And Order.” I think every actor has been on that show at some point.
In this respect I’m also good with names of celebrity folk. I don’t know what forgetting the name of a guy in my wedding party says about me though. I don’t know if I want to know!
Shireen-I’ve done that too! It’s so embarrassing when it happens because the person you mistake for a friend always looks at you like you have a disease.
Kristi-heaven help me the day I forget you.