Some folks recently moved into an area near my work area. Quite a few of them, actually. Now there’s a lot more people in the halls, bathrooms, and break rooms. Some of them are completely new to me, but some I recognize from other projects in times gone by.
I encountered one of the latter on a recent morning and a name jumped front and center. Tim Smith.
Immediately behind the name was a strong sense of doubt. That is not Tim Smith.
I played it safe and gave a cheery and familiar, “Good morning! How are you today?”
He said he was good. We went our separate ways. I conjured up my mental image of Tim Smith. Yep. Not Tim Smith. I couldn’t remember who this guy actually was. No matter.
That afternoon, we quickly passed each other as we rounded a corner from opposite directions.
“Hey, Rhonda,” he said. “How are you?”
“Fine. And you?”
Rhonda?! Who’s Rhonda?
I stifled my laughter until I was a safe distance away. At least I hadn’t called him Tim.