Every so often I go to a local Shabbat (Jewish Sabbath) dinner. This week, there was a middle-aged Orthodox couple I had never seen before who brought luggage with them.
In an attempt to break the ice, I asked them where they were from.
"Toronto," the woman replied.
Thinking of my friend, Sass, and my recent acquaintance, Maria, I said to them, "Oh really? I know a few people in Toronto!"
Naturally, the woman asked, "Oh really? Who?"
This was the point I realized I had just started a conversation that was going to end awkwardly. Somewhat embarassed, I replied, "Well, I've only gotten to know them online, so I don't really know last names." Or, in Sass's case, first name. But I thought I'd let that slide.
The woman smiled, in what I can only guess was an attempt to make me avoid feeling like a complete moron.
In a half-hearted effort to save myself, I blurted out, "Have you ever been to the Banknote?"
That ended the conversation.