i ran into this guy the other day who i remembered instantaneously (instantly?) and vividly. but he didn't recognize me so i didn't mention it.
about 20-25 years ago, he lived next door to my grandma and consequently he and i would play together almost every day. one summer afternoon, we sat in his living room eating popsicles when he inexplicably stood up and stripped nude. following his lead, i stood up and RAN HOME!
later, his mother brought him over to my grandma's house and forced him to apologize to me for nuding up.
i did not bring up this story the other day.
but it is so in my arsenal in case i ever see him being a jerk.
it's my own brand of vigilante justice.
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