A tall, nice looking man carrying a broom stopped at my table at Panera and said, "Didn't you used to walk at the Lane Avenue Mall?" I had no idea who he was and didn't recognize him, but I agreed, that was indeed me for many years. Coffee at Caribou; walk for 30 minutes at Lane; on to open the Veterinary Library at 7:30.
"How did you remember me after all these years?" I asked, after he told me he was a maintenance worker there in those years.
"I always remember pleasant people," he said.
Maybe he remembers the times I forgot to change back into my dress shoes and had to come back and look for them.
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I never could get the hang of mall walking - I guess I need the outdoors to inspire me and get a move on.
Yes, it can be boring. Helps to have people to talk to, but I did know more about fashion trends in those days.
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