Tod saw this guy from across the table, he was just standing there, in between several food kiosks, not really doing much of anything, all alone, not eating, or talking, or moving. We all turned at Tod's insistance, fascinated by his solitude, by his utter aura of "Lost", by his hat. "somebody has to take a photo of that guy" tod says, throwing down the verbal gauntlet, not for the last time that day.

I pounce up, come at him straight, and he hesitates not at all in accepting, giving me this great face.

which should be the end of it, nice stranger poses, good pic and done.

but i started thinking about him a few minutes later, his facial structure, his australian accent, and i am sure i know this guy, this guy used to make out with a friend of mine a few years ago, i am sure of it. but i file it away.

until he shows up again around twenty minutes later. and i just have to ask. but now he's with a lady. it does not go swimmingly. i ask him if he remembers Megan, of course he does, dude, megan, remember? denials abound. perhaps his current lady is not super cool about the mentioning of ex-ladies. i let it go.

but then, a few minutes later, they walk by again. his lady is of indian origin, so i ask her if i can take her picture, to which i am answered with the now classic "talk to my agent".

everyone within hearing distance of that gem gags audibly. tod rears up on his hind legs and shakes a righteous fist at her. we all laugh.

that night i realize i was wrong, that wasn't the dude i was thinking of. oops.

as the kids say, my bad.

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