i know me so well

my mom had a booth at a craft show yesterday and i went to relieve her for a lunch break. after she came back, i looked around. as i passed one booth someone stopped me. "did you go to [that] junior high?" "yes." "i thought so! i was the volunteer and student council coordinator." "oh, yes!" (she looked familiar anyway - though she has one of those faces that just looks familiar whether you know her or not, i think. i never would've been able to place her.) "who was the principal when you were there?" "the closet monster." (except i didn't actually say that - that's just what we called him at the time.) "of course. what was your name again? i'm great with faces, but not with names." "understandable. you've had a lot of kids come through. i'm melilot brandybuck." "that's right!"
yes. that is right. i rock.