Funny thing happened on the way to the market.

My hometown sucks balls, literally. There are so many people here sucking balls that it's a miracle I only got out only meeting <2 sets of them.

I went to high school here, obviously, and it was horrible. Like most people, I assumed that I'd made an impression on no one during my 4 years in hell, and that if anything I was remembered as the chubby crazy choir nerd with anger problems.

Well this evening, 7 years after graduating, I hauled my 25 year old ass up to the minimart by my Mom's house (which I'm currently squatting in). I'd had a glass of wine and 14 hours of sleep so I figured I could do one of two things.

1) Go for a run, watch Emporer's New Groove again, and do breathing exercises until I fell asleep. OR,

2) Get some more wine.

I opted for the latter since I've been working out like a maniac lately, and also because there's a ridiculously cute 19 year old who works at the minimart at night that always says things like "you should come by more often."

Much to my chagrin, when I walked in it was the owner and some random dude who looked about my age working the night shift. I nodded hello and picked out the best bottle of wine I could find for between 4 and 12 dollars then walked up to the register. The dude was waiting to ring me up.

"I've helped a FEW people from Capital (my high school) tonight." He said.

"What?" I said incredulously. Not because I had any emotion invested, but because the air conditioner was all up in my ear business.

"I've helped a few people from Capital tonight, looks like a summer reunion." He ignored my ID, which he evidently didn't need since he knew who I was, and swiped my debit card.

"Oh is that right? What year did you graduate?"

"2004" he said, then looked over to the owner "We knew each other in high school."

Shit. "Oh, I haven't lived here for a while, I always feel like such an asshole when I don't recognize people."

"It's okay," he bagged the wine, "I wasn't, like, popular or anything. You wouldn't remember me." He laughed nervously after saying this and waited for my response.

Me, being the jerk that I am, didn't really get the pregnant pause so I said "It's cool, I wasn't popular either, I'm not sure I even went to school my senior year except to fight with my boyfriend and cuss out my counselor."

"Oh, I remember. You were quite the little lady."

I gave him a confused smile, told him to have a good night and started my 7 minute trek home. Did a 23 year old just call me a little lady? Was I popular in high school? Was I cussing that loud when I was on campus? Things I'll never know, I hope.