Thursday, April 18, 2013

Memory like a fruit fly

On Tuesday night the last person out of the building was a man who called me a "genius" as he was leaving because I know this library like the back of my hand.  (I didn't even help him at all).

On Wednesday he called me a genius again for no reason.  Apparently he didn't remember me from Tuesday.  He stated, I might have talked to you before, but I don't remember because I have a memory like a fruit fly, and they only live for a day!

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