The music teacher stopped by my office yesterday to ask if I really did walk by him as he was playing jazz with his band at the Fillmore farmers' market several weeks ago. I said, yes, that was probably me but I wasn't sure it was him so I didn't say hi. He looked offended in a mocking way, and I promised to stop and listen the next time he was out there.
As he was leaving, he also told me I looked different.
-I got new glasses, I said.
-Nope, not that, he said.
-New hair cut?
-Nah. It's your pigmentation. I want to know what you did over the summer.
-Hm...nothing really.
Did he mean I looked more tan? I had a healthy glow about me? Pigmentation?
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