...no, wait, I'm off work...anyways.
Maybe we've met - probably not, I was too busy reading my way through every medical/scientific book in the children's section of the library, then moving on to matters theological. But maybe we have. Maybe you're the old woman I knocked down when I panicked while biking and careened right into her. (If so, I helped you pick up your scattered groceries, remember?) Not that I'd remember you: I'm the one who introduced herself to her own roommate, in front of the whole cafeteria table, after she'd gotten a haircut. It's possible you're the manager who finally convinced me, after many interactions and altercations, that there really was something wrong with one of us - and maybe it wasn't him. (Not to exclude a both/and solution!)
But probably not. Probably you're just someone else like me...or rather I'm like you, and that's what I've tiptoed into these forums to determine.