Today’s word prompt is Vague
I bet we have all gone through that ‘blonde’, ‘CRAFT’ or ‘senior’ moment when something or someone looks vaguely familiar but we can’t quite place them.
I often see people in the street and think ‘I know you from somewhere’ but tend to walk by instead of stop and ask, mainly due to embarrassment.
I was once accused of being stuck up because I completely ignored someone outside the supermarket who we chatted to practically every day on our walks. He didn’t have his dog with him, so I had no homing beacon as I remember dogs first, owners second, and if you’re lucky, I might even recall your name.
Vague can also be said of appearances, and this happened to me many years ago when I visited my sister and brother-in-law. He seemed different, but I couldn’t work out why.
A week or so later, we had cause to meet up again, and he caught me looking at him quizzically.
‘Anything wrong?’ he asked.
I said no, but asked him if he was feeling OK, or if he’d lost weight.
He said he was fine and his weight was pretty stable, then added he’d shaved his beard off a month ago.
I suppose I could be forgiven if it had been a stubbly beard or the five o’clock shadow that so many men seemed to favour at the time. But no. His beard was thick, lush and black, covering his entire chin, down almost to his chest and up to his ears.
And I didn’t notice.
These days, my thoughts are vague, and on the boat it was nothing to be at one end and need something from the other, but some 30 odd feet later I couldn’t remember what I;d come up for.