I pass her in the hall in Griffith, this person that used to work with me in Kays. She's a lecturer now, I presume, she has that air to her as she walks towards me all busy and carrying.
I am a lecturer too, I reason. Isn't this nice. Sympatico. We've done alright, I reason, I'll say hello.
"Hi Jackie." I give her my friendliest smile.
"Hi..." and she walks straight past me. Rushing, carrying, not stopping.
Maybe she doesn't recognise me? Hardly. We worked together for two years, talked each week, sat down to lunches together.
Maybe she left that part of her life behind forever, that coleslaw-making, customer-friendly, kitchen-toiling part of her old life that she doesn't want to acknowledge.
They may have been her bad times, her 2000 rags to the 2009 riches.
I see her life.
In getting her degree she concludes the pursuit of happyness and takes herself on to a Masters and scholarly glory and, finally, to becoming an academic with hair frizzier than when I first knew her.
Were she to say hello, hold a proper conversation with this relic from the serving days, would the cosmos intervene and launch her back to those dirty fucking dishes?
Probably not. Thinking on it now, not everything is literary, she's just an ignorant bitch.
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Human nature is so strange sometimes.
Maybe she's just too embarassed to say hello, remembering all the naughty daydreams she used to have about you?
I like to go with the positive, you know.
Nah.... Just... Just... Nah....
Just rude.
Truly, nothing inflames the Radge like someone who doesn't say hello when passing.
It's a Radge button. Just push it and watch him colour instantly and then combust.
You push all my buttons, Terence, you old hound.
Some people spend a lifetime learning about everything except life itself.
Good point Hole.
Maybe she didn't recognise the butterfly out of the '00 chrysalis Radge. You may have blossomed into an unrecognisable state.
Or she's a bitch.
what a shitbird. You have to confront her if you see her again. She needs to be told. And with a wagging finger too.
Holemaster - Aye.
Sarah - I have managed to gain some face in that time, you make a decent point.
Red - I'll tell her what's what. "The following, dear woman, is what."
Nothing wrong with frizzy hair Tony. Mine's definitely frizzier now that I'm old.
She recognised you, she's just ignorant.
You're still a young one, Aoifs, if you are who I think you are...
Yep tis me having a doss in work and being entertained by your good self.
Ah. Welcome. And congratulations! (I think, may have dreamed something about you and the fella...)
There are people like that.
Perhaps she was seeing you out of context, from a daydream, and couldn't place you? Then later it pops into her head who you are, and she's morto. Then she blogs about being morto, the way one does.
see ignorant fuckers like that all the time. ignore you when they see you or look at you like a puddle of skitter. when they need something, in my case normally another drink its hey pal, hoy u doin, long time no see etc. aye fuck right off ya dodgy fucking fuckfaced fuckin fuckers!!!!!
i remember u all.
come the revolution u shall suffer
I seldom blog of anything else, Conan.
Barman - artfully put.
I agree with Conan, maybe she only realised after. I'd imagine the experiences had in Kay's kitchen were ones not to be forgotten, and you seem like the unforgettable sort yourself.
Dublinista - maybe you're right. I don't tend to forget names or faces myself, but everyone's different.
And plenty have forgotten me, is mór an trua!
If you can't stand the heat, get out of the kitchen...
I'll bet she never gave that homeless lady free buns.
She didn't have the authority, Holemaster, but she craved it like I crave free buns right around now.
Never mind her Radge, she's just being pure ........
Thanks for the comment Rawsberry.
Maybe with her nose so high in the air she had a hard time looking over it to actually see you. :)
maybe she's had a bad day
maybe she'd been splitting up from some partner or other
maybe she's sick
maybe that glaucoma is just really getting her down
maybe her dad had just died
maybe all of those things
or maybe hello was the most she could be bothered with
or maybe she'd just plain forgotten you
in any case you said hello, she said hello. she walked on. you didn't
She might have the same problem as I have.
Don't have any problem talking to people most the time when I meet them, but am so desperate to get a West Wing-style walking and talking thingy going that I walk straight by in the hope they'll follow.
...usually they don't.
I hate when people are shitheads like that.
Although I must confess to an inadvertent act of similar shitheadedry.
One early morning at Heuston I was waiting impatiently for a coffee to help my hangover fuck off, when a girl made eye contact as if waiting for me to say hello.
I hadn't a glimmer who she was and walked on, burning my tongue. About 10 mins later that it dawned on me that she was one of the most condescending, superficial bitches in UCC from about 10 years previously.
I was disappointed that I couldn't enjoy ignoring her.
Oh Spudley, if I had a penny for every...
Oh Spudley.
I sat on the bus on the way into work just this morning, when a ghost from my past got on. As I caught her eye I'm quite sure I smiled, she ignored me. No word, no nod, no nothing. So fuck you my ghost from the past you're not worth this comment.
Correct, Narocroc, not worth a fucking dime.
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