In the elevator of the Financial Plaza (largest building in Oxnard). The two ladies hit their buttons first. I'm not sure why I hesitated to hit mine. I have time, maybe I thought. I'm going to the 9th floor after all.
Smiles exchanged, a few small words about my button hitting (them, not me this time).
One lady says to me: You look familiar.
My name I said.
Nope, she said. Then said her name too.
Hmm, have you seen me around Oxnard? no
Downtown Ventura Thrifts? no
Curves?...(I didn't say this but thought of going on..)
She seemed familiar too. We think we may not know people, but maybe in another life we were good friends. Ya never know. It could have just been my casual doctor visit clothes and bright shoelaces that put her at ease.
I wanted to keep going to find out our connection, but I left it there. It was my floor next, although I could have went to 12, then back down to 9 for more investigative conversation.
Have a nice day we all said.
