I just came home from German class, and as I turned the corner onto our street, I approached a blue station wagon waiting to turn. As soon as I saw it, I recognized it as the car belonging to one of our friends–who coincidentally lives on our street! One quick glance at the driver’s face, and I was sure it was him.
Naturally, I waved enthusiastically as I passed him. Only… it wasn’t a him. It was a her. And it was someone I’d never seen before in my life. This poor woman just had time to give me that bewildered “Where have I seen you before?” look before I had driven past, laughing at the deft skill with which I continually find ways to humiliate myself.
So, that should give that woman something to feel guilty about for a few minutes. 