November 12, 1993, 11:22 p.m.! Please read it!
Rebecca is in Sweden.
Janice quit McDonald’s and I never saw her again until tonight. Jonathan and I sent into Subway in Siler City. I noticed a face, it was hers. Another worked asked her a question and her name was spoken. “Janice,” they said.
Even after more than a year and a half, I remembered. I looked at her closely and was sure it was hers. Now she was gorgeous, her big beautiful eyes were so amazing. I watched her walk and I said, “Did you ever work at McDonald’s?”
“Yes…and you were the Fry Guy,” she said.
“They still call me that.” I said, and then we were on our way out.
That was all, nothing big.
Just a simple hello and goodbye.
But I was amazed, because I remembered.