Over the last six months when I have been out locally I always assume their is a chance I will run into someone I know (or they will run into me), but I assumed the chances were fairly small. I have even been more confident in going out closer to my home (the local mall and stores, versus the malls and stores 20 miles away in St. Louis).
Well, I now know the chances are greater than zero, because on Friday I was walking through the St. Louis Galleria and spotted someone about 50 feet away who I thought I knew. Then I heard him speak to his companion and my suspicions were confirmed. Fortunately, he wasn't headed my way and I made a course correction and walked off in an angle and I don't think he ever even saw me.
Close call, and I guess I will need to understand the chances aren't zero going forward.
There is a back story to the individual.
The person I spotted is a local tennis coach/pro who coaches at the high school across town (the high school where I went in a previous lifetime). Six years ago, my son was playing tennis against the school of the other coach. It was match point, and my son's doubles team hit a ball that one of the opposing players reached for and barely touched (I heard the ball tick against the racket) and then the other opposing player returned the shot over the net, and my son (unfortunately), netted the return, lost the point, and eventually lost the match. The opposing player should have called the double hit on themselves, but did not. Had they called the point against themselves, they would have lost the match.
Eventually, the coach and I got into an argument. I told him he heard the same thing I did. He didn't say he didn't hear the sound; he said he heard the sound of a shoe. Now, he was a coach for about 30 years, so it's pretty clear that he knows the difference between a ball ticking a racquet and the sound of a shoe on concrete (trust me, I know the difference). So he knew his player touched the ball, but was defending them. My son's coach essentially told me to settle down and I eventually did. (A year later, my son's coach asked me to be a volunteer coach, and so I have been for about the last five years.)
About 18 months later, the coach who I had an argument with was taking a group of students to a foreign country, and wanted to talk to my wife, who is from that foreign country. So the coach comes to our house to talk to my wife about country X. I don't think he realized at the time, or later, we had been in the argument. I certainly didn't bring it up.
I have never been out regularly and have never dressed in the summer, so I don't have many choices for summer outings, especially as my legs aren't shaved. So I wore the top below plus the slacks I have (second picture). I asked my favorite sales angel Falon to find me some shorts, and she found the ones in the picture. I am going to need some shorts when I have an out of town outing in August so I will likely be buying them, plus some wedges to wear (looking at the ones in the second picture). Of course, if I am going out in wedges with bare feet, I am considering a pedicure, as my toenails are horrible. My connection at the place where I've had my nails done twice assures me they would be happy to give me a pedicure. Now my questions is do I want to do the swim portion of my triathlon (the main reason for the out of town trip) with painted toe nails. Of course, the girl in me says yes (because at this triathlon I won't likely know anyone). I've got six weeks to figure it out, and to work on my summer wardrobe, and to try to cut some more weight to get into a size 12 dress and size 10 shorts.
Originally Posted by Tracii G
