I was working at a catering event, an engagement party at a fancy house in the obnoxiously affluent Marina district in San Francisco.
“Where do I know you?” the soon-to-be groom approached me, “I know that I know you from somewhere.”
“I don’t think so.” I said politely.
“No really. I’ve met you from somewhere. Where was it?”
“I’m not sure.” I smiled.
“Definitely, we’ve met before.” He said while he stood a little too close to me. He had a strange twinkle to his eyes.
I went back to the kitchen to change to a fresh tray of horderves and I figured out where I had seen him…AlAnon. I went to a few AlAnon meetings because my boyfriend suggested it, (he went to AA meetings religiously). His selling point for going to AlAnon meetings was that I might run into the cheesy, romance writer, Danielle Steele at one of the meetings in the posh Marina. I wasn’t a fan of hers but I went anyway to please my then-boyfriend.
“You’re right. We met at an AlAnon meeting.” I told him.
“Oh! Yes, that’s where I saw you!” he smiled.
A few minutes later, an old woman approached me with an angry look on her face. “Why are you talking to the groom?!” she confronted me.
“Uh, he asked me a question.” I nervously replied.
“What did he ask You?!”
“He thought he recognized me. We met briefly at a meeting.”
“Huh! Did you hear that?! My future son-in-law is Already flirting with that Girl over there, one of the Servants!”
I hid in the kitchen as much as I could for the rest of the shift.