i’d been working with t.y. for a week and a half when this happened…

me: what’s wrong t?
t.y.: i’ve had a migraine headache for four days now and the medicine my doctor prescribed is making me loopy.
me: well, let me know when your leaving so i can make sure to get out of here ahead of you.
t.y.: don’t worry i live that way?
(pointing up as much as any other direction)
me: which way is “that way”?
t.y.: chapel hill.
(seems to me that everyone who lives in chapel hill likes to think they’re the only one lucky enough to do so)
me: that’s the way i’m going…
t.y.: where do you live?
me: near the intersection of [street] and [street].
t.y.: in [neighborhood]?
me: yes…
t.y.: where?
me: on [street].
t.y.: do you know ethan?
me: um, yeah, he’s my son…
t.y.: oh, your not going to believe this. i’m [son]’s father.
me: no way!

t.y. came to our house for ethan’s third birthday party just two days before i started the new job and a number of times prior to that and yet neither one of us had recognized the other at work…