Drinking my medium roast coffee with sugar and cream and eating my uber expensive organic (or not?) blueberry muffin at Just Us Cafe on Barrinton Street. Editing my paper for a big conference, minding my own business, not bothering anyone.
I think I just heard someone calling my name. Maybe I imagined it.
– Are you Tony?
– Yes .. ?
– Hi. I’m Craig. Nice to meet you.
– Nice to meet you too.
The man goes to put some sugar and cream in his coffee. I’m puzzled. Sure I’m bad with names. Sure I’m bad with faces. Sure I met him somewhere, he remembed me, I didn’t remember him. But, what was that “nice to meet you” business all about?
He takes a seat at my table. Silence. Maybe I should say something..
– How is it going?
– Not too bad. How are you?
– Have you been in business for long?
– Yep. About 2 years.
– How is Greg?
– Who is Greg?
– You are Tony, right?
– Tony from the insurance?
– What insurance?
Turns out he was meeting another Tony at the same time at the same place. Needless to say, he never met Tony before. Apparently, I just looked like someone who might be called Tony.