My Bad Memory

I have bad memory on certain things, faces are one of them.

I was at the airport enjoying my last halal Spicy Chicken McDeluxe when this guy came and sat in front of me, was busy calling and sms-ing my friends bidding goodbye to them.

I have no recollection of his face in my memory at all but he seems to know me and apparently we study at the same campus.

In the midst of trying to recall anything about this guy,

Him: Do you have my number? Oh, you can just contact me when you go out with the girls.

So, no I did not get his number and could not use the trick how to spell your name again and certainly does not know which girl should I ask. My best guess is he stayed at the same student housing as me.


Airport's drama...
While I was queuing to check in and get my boarder pass for my flight, the guy in front of me was on the mobile phone all the time. I am sure 9999999999 of his brain cells were fried and he was using his left ear all the time.

And I realized he was wearing the same pants as me, gay.


Back to my bad memory, I might approached someone offering my help when they stepped into the pharmacy, I went back to the things I was doing at that time and offered my help again to the same person because I thought they are new customer just because they are at different aisle.