Posted by Kevin Kleitches on January 3, 2015
I ran into my old undergraduate creative professor while at the grocery store the other night.
I recognized him as soon as I saw him, right at the front entrance near the Redbox machine and shopping baskets. As we both walked towards the produce section, I thought about saying hello, but something stopped me.
“What if he doesn’t recognize me?” I thought to myself. “He’s probably busy. He looks like has a lot on his mind. I shouldn’t bother him.”
There I stood, pretending to meticulously examine the tangerines in front of me, paralyzed by this crippling fear of getting myself into a potentially awkward conversation.