For the first time in my adult life I walked into two different business establishments at different times on the same day and was greeted by people I'd never met with basically the same phrase, "You must be Patrick." It was pretty weird, and the second time is when I thought deeper about it. Seems like it has to be the first time.
My first stop was to Corrie's architectural firm. She and a team of her comrades have entered an appetizer competition for design firms, and as yesterday was an off day for me, I decided to stop by and consult with the ladies. I guess Corrie had mentioned to the receptionist that I'd be stopping by and provided a description I can only imagine went like, "Scruffy, likely tattered clothes, sandals, straw hat...basically not the kind of person you'd normally see walking through the door."
So when I got there, after entering through the large glass doors and before I could say anything, the young lady receptionist smiled at me said "You must be Patrick."
Later on during the day, actually in the evening/nighttime, when Corrie and I were hard at work prepping out her team's appetizer fixings, we decided to call out for pizza. We have the local Pizza Pi place around the corner which I enjoy, but don't get to eat that often because of our usual plans for my off evenings. I called in the order for pick up, because they are right around the corner.
I was quoted a waiting time of twenty-five minutes, but it took me a little longer to get over there. I'm sure it wasn't a great mystery who I was when I walked in...Monday night, only one two-top in the whole place, the young lady at the register shooting the breeze with the owner's brother. She spotted me the moment I came in.
When I got to the register the young lady smiled at me and said, "You must be Patrick."
It was while walking home and thinking about my day that I found it all pretty surreal.
I must be Patrick.
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