One of OC’s band compadres, an oboist, played for us in church today. His wife attended the service with him, and of course I invited her to sit with me (since OC and RY were with the rest of the musical ensemble). I didn’t want her to feel awkward or unwelcome. As we approached my usual pew, there was Kat, my usual pew neighbor. I said, “Kat, allow me to –”
Kat yelled, “Carol!” Carol yelled, “Kat!” They hugged and squeed and hugged some more. They exchanged, “You look great!” And news about loved ones and diet routines and life in general. And then they broke for air and turned to look at me, still standing with my mouth open where they cut me off in mid-sentence.
“So,” I said, “I take it introductions aren’t necessary?”
Kat patted me on the shoulder and said, “Bless you, dear, we’ve known each other 20 years.” And they proceeded to verbally revisit those 20 years. I don’t think I have ever, in my whole life, been so successful at helping someone fit in as quickly I was today.