Oh man, it’s the worst! We had this contractor coming into the office to do work. He’d always pop his head into my office, and looking thrilled to see me, he’d greet me by name. I had no earthly idea who he was even though wore a work shirt with his first name on it.

Huh? I don’t know anyone by that name. Why does he act like he knows me?

After maybe the tenth time this happened I mentioned it to the receptionist. “Who is that guy and why does he act like he knows me? What’s his last name?”

In her infinite receptionistic wisdom she suggested we look at the guest sign-in log. Oh, duuuuuuh. (Receptionists are truly underpaid!)

The guy had an unusual surname, one I recognized immediately. Did I go to high school with him? I sure did! But also! I’d actually dated him briefly in high school.

God. I’m such an asshole.