Our first date lasted seven hours because neither of us wanted to say goodbye — I still think about it.

This week, we kept ordering one more thing and walking one more block. The restaurant staff eventually started stacking chairs around us. It has become one of those oddly specific local memories.

I joined a video meeting from my parked car to look busy — I still think about it.

A while ago, the meeting ended early, but I stayed there for another twenty minutes enjoying the silence. I am sharing it here because my friends are tired of hearing about it.

My neighbour and I communicate entirely through porch lights — I still think about it.

I have never admitted this, but one blink means a package arrived. Two means deer are eating the flowers. Three means someone parked badly again. I still laugh every time I pass the same spot.

The best rainy-day seat in town is in a public building — I still think about it.

My small Victoria secret is that it has a huge window, almost nobody uses it and I am not revealing more until retirement. It has become one of those oddly specific local memories.

I once attended the wrong lecture for forty minutes — I still think about it.

Honestly, i took detailed notes and only realized when everyone started discussing an assignment I had never heard of. I am sharing it here because my friends are tired of hearing about it.

My dad keeps pretending he does not understand emojis — I still think about it.

This week, he absolutely understands them. He uses the confusion to avoid answering questions he dislikes. I still laugh every time I pass the same spot.

I wave back even when I know the person is waving at someone behind me — I still think about it.

A while ago, at this point it is easier to commit than acknowledge the mistake. It has become one of those oddly specific local memories.

Umbrellas should require a downtown licence — I still think about it.

I have never admitted this, but some people operate them like they have no spatial awareness and unlimited liability insurance. I am sharing it here because my friends are tired of hearing about it.

I got on the wrong bus and stayed because I was embarrassed — I still think about it.

My small Victoria secret is that i ended up seeing a neighbourhood I had never visited and found a bakery I now go to every week. I still laugh every time I pass the same spot.

To the stranger who shared your umbrella outside the library — I still think about it.

Honestly, you walked three blocks out of your way so I would not get soaked. I hope something unexpectedly kind happens to you too. It has become one of those oddly specific local memories.