I was on my way home after work the other night and I decided to stop and grab something out of the drive-thru. I placed my order and pulled up to the window. After I paid, the lady looked at me. “Do you still work at Walmart,” she asked. I told her I did, to which she then asked, “Do you remember me?”
I didn’t. She looked a little familiar, but I couldn’t tell you her name if my life depended on it. I lied and told her I did, hoping that I could get away from that window without any further conversation. Luckily, I did. She handed me my food and I got the hell out of there.
This kind of thing happens to me a lot. It seems like at least once every week or two, someone comes up and recognizes me from a past job, or one of the schools I went to, or somewhere else. I had one girl come up and said she remembered me from 5th grade. That was 20 years ago.
What gets me is that I don’t remember 99 percent of these people. I know that I’m getting older, and they say that memory is one of the first things to go, but I’m not that old. Therefore, there is a reason that I can’t remember these people. The reason is this: I’m more memorable than they are.
Let’s face facts, if you remember me, and I don’t remember you, then that means I’m so cool that I’m permanently imbedded in your mind, while you’re so ordinary that you just slip out of my mind.
It’s good to be the king.