Actually, I wish I didn't recognize the guy...
I was having a late lunch @ the Nordstrom Cafe and this guy sits a couple seats to my right. I thought nothing of it, then I realized it's a dude I knew from a restaurant I used to frequent.
He asked me if I still go to the said restaurant and I said I hadn't been there for nearly 3 years. He asks why. And I told him that I had a hassle with someone @ the joint over some woman...
I gave out too much info and said that this coward is married and the girl was this idiots girlfriend.
To make a long story short, the guy asks if his name is such and such. Hell, I didn't know the morons name... I said, I don't know.
Then, he asks me if the punk was in a certain profession and ethnicity. I'm thinking, I think so. And if his girlfriend's name is ____? Quite frankly, it's been about three years and I don't remember her name...
Well, it turns out that the imbecile does business with this guy and they run in the same circle.
It's a can of worms, I really didn't need to open again...
If I run into the guy again, I'm going to ignore him...
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