I was recently in a bar that I used to be a regular at but have probably not been in there in about twelve or thirteen years.
I was shocked to discover that apparently every person that worked there was still there. It was like a weird time warp except we were all older.
I think the strangest part was that they all remembered me. How annoying? The reason I went in there in the first place was because I wanted anonymity.
It was like Back to the Future II and I was in the alternate version of Hill Valley. It was the same place, the same people but it was modified somehow in the space-time continuum.
I am still debating if the staff remembering me is a good or bad thing?
Low self-esteem Ruth believes it is because they hated me and people always remember true assholes.
Not as much low self-esteem Ruth believes it is because she has not drastically aged in that time frame.
Either way, I’m sure it will probably be about another decade before I return to those old stomping grounds. I will finally be one of those old ladies that used to sadly troll for dick and that I mercilessly mocked with my friends in my youth.