Having just purchased a Wired magazine I’m walking up the street perusing the front cover when a woman intentionally puts herself in my way.
“Hello again.”
“Erm, Hello... Again?” I reply looking a little quizzical.
“We met yesterday, I was a little drunk; but you were very polite about it.”
“Polite sounds like me, but I wasn’t out yesterday”
“I didn’t give you my number then?”
“You didn’t I’m afraid.”
“Oh”. She looked a little crestfallen. I momentarily considered offering her the chance to give me her number now, but I thought better of it.
“Well good luck finding my doppelganger.”
Adding “See ‘ya” somewhat redundantly as I walked away.
I’ve no idea what to make of that incident, I probably could have handled it better but I have no idea how.