A funny thing just happened. I work next to a hospital, and went out to the bus stop in front of the lobby to catch a bus to go to an apartment showing. It's snowing, so I had my coat on and my hood up.
I saw a truck that looked just like his driving slowly through the loop. As it got closer, I couldn't help but stare. It was him.
He drove past and saw me. I was standing there staring at him with my head cocked. I didn't smile. I didn't wave. He looked over, saw me, and a moment later he laughed in spite of himself.
I think he was there to pick up a male colleague who has regular treatments at the hospital on Tuesdays.
Turns out I got the date for the apartment viewing wrong. It's actually tomorrow. Cue that part of me that says "Maybe that was supposed to happen so he could have that moment of remembering me without all of the foggy BS."
