It was a sunny New Year's Day. We were produce shopping in the Triple A market on the Drive. You had jet black hair and wore black... and so did I (except for my brown toque). I wore black rim glasses and was trying to balance all my produce in my hands (having forgone the basket, perhaps unwisely). You smiled at me and I smiled back, then a few seconds later we made eye contact and you smiled again. Why I didn't say hi or even Happy New Year, I'll never fathom. I've been kicking myself for that ever since... (figuratively, of course. Otherwise, I'd be mighty sore :) I live near the Drive and have been hoping to run into you again. Maybe this ad can help make that happen.