As you may or may not know, Bryan works at a Christian retreat center and on the weekends we pack up and head out there to rub elbows with the once-young. (in other words with people over the age of death.) There are usually anywhere from 40-75 people each weekend that I have never met, so every weekend I am a new person. Sometimes I like to tell people that I work for NASA, I'm a lounge singer, or I'm a circus clown and luckily this is my off-season. Of course my name never translates correctly through old ears or hearing aids. I'm usually Kitty (the lounge singer), Candy (the Circus Clown) or Tony (NASA). And the best part of this gig? No one ever remembers me – at least not until we've meet about 5 times before. I'm pretty sure I introduce myself 3.5 times before someone's brain recognizes that they know me from somewhere. And when I see that little light of familiarity flicker, that's when I tell them the truth. I'm Cindy and I work at a jewelry retailer in the factory, 3 days a week and I'm only 16. Or at least that's what they remember.
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