Me (to the lady sitting to the right of me): Hi. I don't think I've met you. My name is Anne.
Her: Hi. My name is Deena. But I think we have met.
Me (awkwardly): Oh. Are you sure? Well, I'm sorry. I'm so forgetful (ed note: I am not). Then it's nice to meet you again.
Her: Well, maybe we didn't meet.
Her: Maybe I just think we met because you have such a common face.
Me: Ow. You do know that I'm sitting right here, right?
Her: Oh, sorry. I don't mean that in a bad way. It's not that you're ugly per se, just a face that probably everyone thinks they've seen.
Me (trying to turn the conversation to on the left side of me) : Um...okay then.
Her: Sorry, I think this keeps coming out wrong. It's just that your face looks like so many others. There's nothing distinguishable about it. So it's easy for me to think that I've seen it before.
Me: Wow. You do know that you're saying things out loud and that I can hear them, right?
Her: Well, you could act! You look like you would be great as an extra in a movie. You know, as a role of someone not important. Yes, you look like you're not important to someone's role in life.
Me: I don't know how else to say this. You're being rude. I'm not going to talk to you anymore.
Her: Wait! What'd I say wrong? It's not like I said you were that ugly sidekick that every movie has. I mean, you do have the red hair so you could be that side kick. Not that I think red hair is ugly. I would never pick it, but it's nice for people like you.
Me (to the guy across from me): Is she still talking? Do you want to switch seats with me?
Guy (to her): Um...you should probably just stop now.
Her: Oh. Okay then. Well, it was nice to meet you.
20 hours ago