Thanksgiving III: The Time I Met The Charge D'Affaires (November)

THANKSGIVING III: THE TIME I MET THE CHARGE D’AFFAIRES (NOVEMBER)

Shortly after arriving at the aforementioned Thanksgiving gathering I was standing in a small group of friends, when a rather tall man approached us and introduced himself. Cue memorable conversation.

CdA: Hi I’m Adam.
*awkward pause* I sort of half-duck to get a better look at his face – trying to determine if I am suffering from some sort of failure of facial recognition recall. (I did mention he was tall, right?)
M: Hi. Um…Sir.
PCV: Did you just curtsy?
M: No.
PCV: Yes, you did! Haha.
M: No really I didn’t. (I am just so awesomely socially awkward).
CdA: That’s not necessary. And you are?
M: Melissa.
CdA: Where do you live?
M: In a village in Salyan.
CdA: Oh I’ve heard the prison there is really nice. (And I am no longer responsible for making this conversation as awkward as possible.)
*awkward pause* as I try to figure exactly how to respond to that.
M: Well. I’ve never been inside, but it looks nice from the outside when I pass it on my way into town. (Success!)
CdA: a memo crossed my desk that’s why I how I heard about it. I hope you have a nice time tonight.
M: Thanks. I need another soda.

The previous charge d’affaires remembered my name because of the speech Ana gave at our Swearing-In. It appears that in the mind of the current charge d’affaires my name will be forever linked with a prison and a misinterpreted ‘curtsy’. Excellent. At least I’m memorable.