All right, I'll play

[anghara]

From jaylake via matociquala:

“If you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now,even if we don’t speak often, please post a comment with a memory of you and me. It can be anything you want — good or bad. When you’re finished, post this little paragraph on your blog and be surprised (or mortified) about what people remember about you.”

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[ramblin-phyl.livejournal.com]

WFC Tempe Arizona. The bus from airport to hotel. I asked fellow riders if they were headed for the con. They said yes. I said they had a look. You aksed what about me?

Covering my ghastly faux pas I replied you had to be a pro. They had a different look.

[anghara.livejournal.com]

No, as I recall, the exact exchange was:

[people pile into bus]
[most of them pile into the back]
[you and I sit in the ftont seats of the van]

you (to the back seat cohort): World fantasy?

them: {enthusiastic polyvocal agreement]

you: yes, people have a kind of *look* to them...

me [amused, trying to get in on the action]: what about me, then?

you [after giving me a considered look having tilted your head in my direction and apprising me]: almost, but not quite. Which means you must be a pro.

(Yeah, I remember. I treasure that remark [grin])