missed opportunity or close shave?

Buggery bollox.

She who hesitates comes home with only her shopping.
Slight improvement on she who forgets everything comes home without her shopping.

I spotted an old friend from school in the supermarket today. Couldn't believe it. It's been nearly two decades. And I live miles from where we went to school. Small world or what? Weird thing is I thought I saw her before Christmas but dismissed the idea and walked on by (yeh thanks Dionne).

So what did I do this time? Go up to her and say hello?

No.

I kept walking in the opposite direction chanting 'Noooo! It can't be! Was it? It was. Should I go and say hi? What will I say? Unreal!'

To calm myself, I carried on shopping - works every time. And then I finally made my mind up. Of course I should go and say hi. Why not? What harm could it do? So 18 years have passed. We were great friends. OK, so we had a bit of a flingette in our teenage years - so what?

So I bit the bullet, dashed the goats cheese back on the shelf and u-turned my trolley.

Could I find her? Could I buggery! Vanished. Disappeared.

Maybe she had seen and recognised me. Maybe she'd clocked my short hair and just 'knew' what a big lezza I'd grown into and legged it. Assumption, I know. But then I saw her baby and knew she was riding the hettie bandwaggon again. Ach, but so what? I was only gonna say hello. What does all the rest matter?

Pants.

I'm annoyed that I'm now left thinking 'We could've swapped numbers, caught up on riotous old times, renewed the friendship. Coulda, coulda.'

Didn't.

And now we'll never know.

Arse.

PS. Have dashed the CPR, CPS, CR*P spotting business. I'd really like to continue, but well, I can't be ar*ed.