Wayne entered the administration building and bumped into what seemed like a familiar face in the lobby. For the life of him, he couldn’t remember the guy’s name.
While he was wracking his brain, the guy noticed him.
“Wayne! How’s it going?”
Wayne froze. It was way worse now that the guy knew his name. He needed to fish for information. “Not bad. How ‘bout you?” he asked.
“Oh, you know, the daily grind.”
No luck. It was time to bail out.
“I hear you. Well, I’ve got a thing. I’ll see you around,” Wayne said.
“Sounds good. I’ll catch you later,” replied the guy.
Wayne turned to the elevator, relieved the awkward encounter was over. He slipped inside and turned to face the door and saw the guy follow him inside.
“I guess it’s later already, Wayne.”
Wayne forced a smile. He watched as the guy pressed the button for the fifty-first floor.
“Which one are you going to?” asked the guy.
“The forty-seventh,” replied Wayne.
The two stood shoulder to shoulder in the crowded elevator as it ascended to its destinations. Wayne could feel the stare of the guy.
“You don’t remember me,” he said.
A bead of sweat ran down Wayne’s back. “I’m bad with names. Sometimes I forget my own.”
The guy didn’t smile. “I remember you,” he said.
Several people turned and looked, making Wayne even more uncomfortable. “If you remind me, we’ll both know.”
The guy shook his head. “I can’t believe it.”
“Sorry,” said Wayne. “I meet a lot of people.”
“There are courses on how to remember things,” said the guy.
“I’ll look into one, I promise. But for now, cut me some slack, okay?” begged Wayne.
At this point, Wayne noticed several people around him shifting nervously.
A smile grew wide across the guy’s face. The elevator reached the forty-seventh floor. “Relax, dude. We’ve never met. You’re wearing a name badge.”
Wayne looked at his shirt. “Aw, crap.”
“I was just messing with ya,” laughed the guy.
Wayne stormed off the elevator through the crowd. He pulled the badge from around his neck and shoved it in his pocket. “I hate this place,” he grumbled.