Wednesday, October 11, 2006
Today, I was standing at a certain bus stop waiting for a bus when this girl inside a car called out my name, S____. I looked inside and she asked me where I'm going and I told her, home. Then I went inside and sat next to a couple of other girls in the back. I looked at the driver and was wondering who she is and how she knows me. We spoke a bit about yom tov and other things and I was debating in my mind whether I should ask her what her name is. You know how it is when you don't want people to know that you forgot, but you're really curious. After awhile, I finally said, what's your name. But the girl next to me thought I was talking to her and said her name instead. No problem, I'll just ask the driver again. But wait, I don't want to sound like I'm asking everyone. And so I stayed curious. I did have an idea of who it might be, but later I remembered that the person I'm thinking of is in seminary and probrably stayed there for yom tov. Anyhow, it was nice to get a lift.