Pizza

The guy bringing out your no contact curbside pick up pizza with a big smile: Hey! How are you doing? You: Good! How are you? Him: do you remember me? You: (smiling, trying to mentally connect his face to someone you might remember, but failing), ah, I don’t know man. Where should I remember you from? Him: high school! (Sees you trying to make the connection but failing, tells you his name) You: (not even remotely remembering the name or the face, but appreciating someone being excited to see you and not wanting to be rude) Oh! How are you! Him: Good man! How are you? You: I’ve made a lot of bad decisions. Him: (handing you the pizza) That sucks! Have a good night! You: Yeah! You too! Good to see you!