The Weekday One Hundred

He saw me standing at his counter but didn’t understand.

“Thought we said next week?”

Next week? I never set foot into this guy’s store, yet here he is acting like we’re old friends.

Now I was the one in disbelief.

“You’re the shore wedding. Tan velvet number. Told you alterations’ll take a week. Remember?”

I didn’t. Thought the guy was bluffing. Then he pulled out a green folder. Inside was all the relevant info – my cell, my measurements, a contract with my signature. There was even a photo of me in ill-fitting tuxedo.

And I didn’t remember a thing.