Good day, FB. How are you? That's good. Me? Doing OK I suppose, although I did have a rather strange experience at work earlier. Why, you would like me to recount the tale? Certainly! (Names altered a bit to protect my ass.)
Well, my friend Ed was seeking to sell his modified Xbox, and asked my boss Joe to do it for him, since Ed isn't very good at this sort of thing. Joe agreed, and was holding it at the store for an old friend of his who wanted to buy it. They came in today, Allison (the girl who wanted the Xbox, apparently) and her friend. They were looking around the store, asking lots of questions, buying lots of cool things, asking how the Xbox worked, et cetera.
Then I noticed something. Allison looked vaguely familiar. I couldn't quite put my finger on
how I knew her, but it was something that was kind of bugging me.
Her and her friend kept hanging around the store, bought a bunch of Joe's personal stuff he keeps in the store for "just in case", like a toploader NES, his metal DDR pad, and a bunch of cool stuff like that. They hung around for about three hours, chatting, asking about stuff, and finally they paid for everything and had to get going. Being stronger than I look, I was drafted into helping them carry the DDR pad out to their car.
On the way out, nothing happened, but I remembered how I knew Allison. It hit me just then, and hit me
hard. I heard the occasional rumor, but to think... nah, I'd better check to make sure.
I come back in, they drive off, Joe grabs his camera so we can get pictures for a few more eBay auctions, and I stop him real quickly.
"Hey Joe."
"Yeah?"
"Allison."
"What about her?"
"Wasn't she a
guy last time I saw her?"
"Yep."
"OK thought so."
The most awkward feeling ever. 
