I walk into a store today that I have never been into. The young lady helping me keeps saying how I look familiar. I finally tell her went to Hardin-Simmons, maybe that's where she recognizes me.
"Yes, that's it. Spurs."
She pauses and says, "Courtney."
Me: "Oh, Courtney Garvin! Tell her I said hi. How is she doing?"
Shop Girl: " I am Courtney."
If I had been any farther along, I am sure I would have had the baby at that moment from kicking myself in the behind. Or from the foot being shoved into my mouth.