Pluggers by Rick McKee for April 24, 2023

I can swear to that.

Never was good with names and it has gone down hill over the past 20 years

yes – it can be challenging to accept our new life situation, eh!

Yes me bearly remembers names no more.

Actually pluggers remember all the names of the dogs in the neighborhood.

The person is thinking, “Who IS this guy? Should I KNOW him?”

heck when I look in the mirror it takes a second or two…….

“I am the entertainerBeen all around the worldI’ve played all kinds of palacesAnd laid all kinds of girlsI can’t remember facesI don’t remember namesAh, but what the hell? You know it’s just as well’Cause after a while and a thousand milesIt all becomes the same.” ~William Martin Joel

The four neighbours I meet most often are named Matthew, Mark, Luke & John; and that’s the gospel truth.

Yes I am part of the group that has trouble with remembering names ! But now I can blame it on older age ;-)

I never remember a name, but I always forget a face.

At least when you are older, you can call people “buddy”, “pal”, “sweetie”, “sport”, etc. without being offensive.

I try to associate a person’s name or features to someone famous or some object that will trigger back to their name. A German lady I know who’s name is Monica I associated with harmonica which is exactly what I called her one day. Oops!

One horse to another, “I recognize your pace, but I can’t place your mane.”

Amen to that.

… uh … have you seen my wife?

This one has trouble with both.

Goes back to Ho** heidelbergensi or earlier. Censor prevented “mo”

um… uh…. pal, buddy, friend, dude, man, lady, etc. etc. etc. = not having to remember the names. and if they start a conversation and I have no idea who they are, I just say great, how are you and look for an exit. and when the beautiful wife asks “who was that” I just shrug and say “don’t know, but they seemed friendly”

Goes back to Ho** heidelbergensis period. Note to censor: this means living 350,000 years ago in southern Italy. Turn the AI off.

Dumb censor

Glad you got my message

That’s me.

“First you forget names, then you forget faces, then you forget to pull the zipper up, finally you forget to pull the zipper down,” — George Burns.

When a name slips you…. ‘Hey Bud is always good.’

When people aren’t where they “belong” it’s really hard to know who they are. The person who rungs up your groceries several times a week is a total stranger when you see them in the bank.

From today’s Comics Curmudgeon:

ME ON THURSDAY, APRIL 20, 2023: Being a little forgetful about names is a normal thing for a person to experience. I’m not opening myself up to shame or ridicule by talking about it on my blog for everyone to read.

ME ON MONDAY, APRIL 24, 2023: Oh no. Oh NO.

I just call everyone “Mate” because I’m Australian and nobody can prove I’ve forgotten who they are its just my culture ok, lol.

That’s why I say “Hi, guy” and “Hey, kid.”

That’s either Shoeshine Boy or Underdog.

Always!

Just a “hi how are you” does not need a name. Then again, we only need to know the names of the couple and their 2 daughters to the north and the couple and their one daughter to the south. Though while out clearing snow this past winter I said to husband as we waved to the neighbor across the street (4 traffic lanes, 2 parking lanes and it is a different community – even different house numbering) “I guess after all these decades we should send him a Christmas card and introduce ourselves”. (Live here over 30 years us, him about 20-25 years.) Of course when Christmas came and we were sending out our 15 to maybe 20 cards – we forgot him!!