So my office phone rang on Friday, and guess who? Mr. Regular had to tell me that he was from the pizza place because I didn't know who he was when he just said "This is Mr. Regular." I think I even asked if he was a client or insurance adjuster or something.
Once that was cleared up, he asked if I had tried to eat at the Soup Kitchen. I thought that was a kind of stalkerish question, so I replied with an annoyed "no," while pulling up my blog to review what I was suppose to say. I hadn't written it down on a sticky note yet because I didn't anticipate his call until next week since I'd told him how busy was I was at work. Not sure why I expected Mr. Regular to wait a few days or abide by other social customs though. I guess hope springs eternal.
"Well I'm just calling to wish you a happy weekend," explains Mr. Regular.
"Thanks. I hope you have a good weekend and rest of the day. Bye."
Despite our 90 second exchange that didn't include any invitations, my heart rate rose and my face flooded with color. I don't know why things like this affect me that way--particularly given that I've given speeches in front of hundreds of people without feeling that wound up. Oh well, after the very short way in which I responded to Mr. Regular I'm hoping he won't bother me again. While hope springs eternal, I'm betting he will.
p.s. Thanks for all of your suggestions.