I was walking to the church last night at about 7:00 to meet up with Dax to discuss the intricacies of choir directing, and I had my flashlight and e-book, reading, as usual. It was dark, and a car passed me and turned on the intersecting street, then turned around, and I heard this:
"Hey, are you the guy who works at 7 Eleven?"
What? I looked into the car, and there was a young girl driving, with a guy in the passenger seat. She looked vaguely familiar. I approached.
"I go there a lot, but you might not recognize me. I'm brunette now."
"Oh, no... yeah. I recognize you."
"So what are you doing?"
I almost said that I was on my way to the church and all that, but I've found that when I'm honest like that, about church and all, that it puts people off. So I said that I was just out doing my thing, walking and reading, like I always do.
"Oh, that's cool." She smiled real big. "What's your name?"
Without hesitating, I said, "Elias..." and then I regretted it.
"Oh yeah? Cool. How'd you get that name?"
Shit. I'll have to lie now. "I dunno... my mom liked the name Eli, so Elias it was, I guess."
"Cool! My name's..." and damned if I forgot her name. The guy introduced himself, and I forgot his name too.
"Ok, nice metting ya'll, and thanks."
She smiled real big. "Yeah, see ya!" and drove off.
I felt like complete shit after that.