Forgot my lucky hat

My lucky hat. Also known as the get-'er-done hat and the keep-information-from-floating-from-my-brain-during-a-test hat. Or, simply, the "Just Bite Me" hat.

Casey gave me that hat, years ago. I love the thing.

I could have used it this morning when I ran into one of my friends from Wyview. (:D!) I knew her face, I knew where I knew her from, but for the life of me I could not remember her name.

"Hey Jess!" she greeted me with a huge smile.

"Hey!" I made an effort to give her a bigger smile. It was the least I could do for not remembering her name.

We talked for a few minutes; we didn't have long because I was on my way to work, and she was just getting ready to go home.

"We should get together sometime," she said.

"Yes!" I said.

"Do you have my number?"

"Um... I don't think so..." How could I know for sure if I couldn't remember her name?!

She told me her number, which I dutifully copied into my phone as "Person," planning to specify the contact later, perhaps as "Person from Wyview whose name I can't remember."

Then, unbeknownst to her, she saved me the trouble. "Do I need to spell it for you or do you know how to spell it?"

Saved! "Spell it, please."

"L-e-t-i-c-i-a."

Oh yeah, I thought.

"I'd better let you go; see you later," Leticia said.

"'Bye, Leticia!"