It amuses me that three times in the last couple of weeks, someone I vaguely know through slam poetry has spotted me in the outside world and I've heard slight variations on the following converation:
Poet I Sort Of Know: "Oh, hey, Other Poet. I saw Adam" come into the restaurant/walking down the street/at the bar "and I wasn't sure I should come over and say hi, but then I saw you. How's it going?"
The person always looks at me while addressing Other Poet, as though I am some sort of parrot that they like and want to interact with but are afraid will bite them. In two out of the three times, they've had entire conversations where I am mentioned repeatedly but the first words they actually say TO me are "See you later."
Inevitably, as they walk away, I turn to Other Poet and ask "Who was that, again?" Then I ask for a cracker, say "Pretty Bird" three times, and bury my head under my shirt.