So, a couple of days ago, I ran in to a woman I recognised but couldn't place in my memory. She was really old, really short and she came up to talk to me. I said hello all polite-like 'cause I knew that she was my mom's colleague, just not in what way or when I met her.
She got so mad about it. She said it was during an interview UNHCR conducted on my family. I swear, even with the light in my eyes and the fact that I was concentrating on the guy who was asking the questions, she was not there.
Not to mention that my memory is shite because of weak neurons so why the hell did she have a tantrum like a fucking twelve year old? Aren't old people supposed to be wise or something?