Unfiltered Story #254488

(I’m at an art walk with my dad’s cousin, who’s basically my surrogate grandma. We just ran into someone we know and are saying goodbye after chatting for a few minutes. We’re walking from one gallery to the next when she turns around and stares at the horizon, shading her eyes from the sun with her hand. I turn and copy her pose, trying to figure out what she’s looking at.)

Cousin: “I’ve lost [My name].”
Me: “I’m right here!”
Cousin: *turns and sees me* “Oh my goodness!”
Friend: *cracks up*