Don't I Know You?

Last summer, Lori and her two kids came to Utah for a visit. She packed light, so after we had some lunch at Mom's and put Avery down for a nap, we left Mom in charge of the kiddos while Lori and I ran to Albertsons for diapers and baby food (and maybe some rootbeer and dots.) We went through the self check out, and as I'm helping Lori gather the sacks I hear her say, "Hey, did you go to American Fork?"

PANIC. I'm thinking, "Crap, we are going to be stuck reminiscing with someone she went to high school with but doesn't even remember." Not one of my favorite things to do...

I look up to see a couple of guys standing there, one looking particularly handsome in his cute polo shirt that looked something like this:





He is staring at us with this very blank look and slowly says, "Um...No...It's for...Abercrombie...and...Fitch."

Good to know, right Lori?