Some experts tell us that nobody, no matter how sharp, can maintain more than 150 relationships. My phone has well over 200 names registered and, let me tell you, I have trouble keeping up with them, let alone my relations and contacts in Seattle, Houston, and other points around the globe. Friday I got a lesson in confusion when someone called with a business opportunity.
One friend threw a curveball when she got married and changed her name (just one more piece of data to remember) to top it off she has a very common given name (the same as a bride of one of the Beatles). My phone rang while spending time with family, so I only gave the readout a cursory glance as I picked up the call prepared to do a 5-second, “call you back” type call. She mentioned who she was and where I met her, but I had more recently met someone else with the same interests and the same name at the same place.
Sunday night I called back to get the details and as we were talking it dawned on me who I was actually communicating with. Not completely embarrassing, but maybe a close second. Fortunately, I can still blame my head being slammed into pavement and overwhelming consultations with the doctors and insurance agents for any lapses.
On the lighter side, I am off to the optometrist again for my second check-up. Hopefully they’ll let me order some glasses so I can get back to studying.