Today at lunch, I went for sausages and beer with some colleagues. I recognized the waiter.

He used to be the manager of a bar where I worked as a waitress ten years ago. Back then he must have been 25 years old. And here we are ten years later, I’m in a business suit, and he’s waiting on me, only a few blocks away from where we used to work together. The strange thing is, I was very embarrassed and tried to look away to avoid being recognized.

Why is that?