I stopped by the grocery to pick my prescription up. I always park at the top of the lot, since it is down hill and I skip where the cart corrals could fail. It matters not whether I am in Hubs' Barbie car (the Yaris) or in my RAV. Since Hubs needed my truck for wood haul today (we don't have 4 or 5 projects going at once right now,) so I was driving his car. A gentleman peeped the horn (not obnoxiously so,) pulled on up and was asking if I liked my car. We got to talking and I knew that I knew him for some reason. I finally looked at him and said, "Okay, I know you from somewhere. What is your name?"
"I live over on Graham."
"No, that isn't it."
"I used to teach."
"In T--! Mr. McG! I used to be an assistant in your class. I'm Amy."
"Amy W!" (My prior-to-adoption name.)
"Well, I was adopted by my step father later on in high school, so I had a legal name change when I was 15. When I married, I was in art school and hadn't had my change of name for a long time, so I kept it."
We chatted for about a half hour. It was wonderful to see him. Since he was my teacher and the teacher I helped, he went completely deaf. He has cochlear implants and loves them. He was one of very few teachers in high school that I actually liked. He wrote my college recommendation letter for me and a letter of recommendation for a scholarship (which I received.) It has been 25 years since I was his student. I loved him. He was a great teacher.
What a wonderful happening in my day! It still has me smiling!