Saturday, June 27, 2009

An open letter to the guy I saw at Home Depot

I've known you for three years now. You're a sheriff's deputy, and you transport my clients between court and jail. We've spoken many, many times. We've talked about movies, specifically the ones that you like, and sports, despite the fact that I hate them all. We've exchanged quips about other attorneys and nutty inmates.
And then I saw you in Home Depot. I was with my wife and kids. You approached me.
I realized suddenly that, despite knowing you for three years, and I never bothered to learn your name.
Talk about a social predicament.
Until I saw you in Home Depot, I never cared. You called me by name. Not knowing yours, I said "hi," and ran away.

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