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"Do I know you?" That's what she asked a telephone pole. She stood in front of it staring like she expected an answer. I was walking down Congress Street when I beheld this odd interchange between animate existence and inanimate. She then went to a light post and asked the same question. "Do I know you?" She didn't notice that I had noticed her. Maybe she was rehearsing for something. There was someone she needed to ask, "Do I know you?" She was practicing by asking telephone poles and light posts and now a stop sign. "Do I know you?" she asked the four white letters on a red background. I stared at her staring at the sign waiting for an answer. I wanted to stop and ask her for what reason she was rehearsing that line, "Do I know you?" But I walked on. Later that day I saw her at a Starbucks. I almost wanted to go up to her and ask her "Do I know you?" but then I decided I didn't want to make fun of her. I got a latte and waited, waited to see if whoever she hoped to ask that question would come in. She just sat there with a latte. I got tired of waiting and left.
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Nov 14, 2024
Nov 14, 2024 at 4:29 PM UTC
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"Do I know you?" That's what she asked a telephone pole. She stood in front of it staring like she expected an answer. I was walking down Congress Street when I beheld this odd interchange between animate existence and inanimate. She then went to a light post and asked the same question. "Do I know you?" She didn't notice that I had noticed her. Maybe she was rehearsing for something. There was someone she needed to ask, "Do I know you?" She was practicing by asking telephone poles and light posts and now a stop sign. "Do I know you?" she asked the four white letters on a red background. I stared at her staring at the sign waiting for an answer. I wanted to stop and ask her for what reason she was rehearsing that line, "Do I know you?" But I walked on. Later that day I saw her at a Starbucks. I almost wanted to go up to her and ask her "Do I know you?" but then I decided I didn't want to make fun of her. I got a latte and waited, waited to see if whoever she hoped to ask that question would come in. She just sat there with a latte. I got tired of waiting and left.
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Nov 14, 2024
Nov 14, 2024 at 4:29 PM UTC
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