Things We Forget

My favorite person is whoever greenlit the show where people marry strangers.

My friend’s dog, who refuses to understand personal space. King.

My cousin who uses Google Maps like it’s a suggestion.

The person on the bus who was eating spaghetti from a bag. I respect the commitment.

The friend who runs like a video game character. You know the type.

My coworker who pretends to quit once a week for dramatic effect.

The cashier who gave me a discount “because your energy seemed off.”

My friend who refuses to acknowledge time zones.

Whoever keeps editing Wikipedia pages with the energy of a gremlin.

My housemate who claps for themselves after every rep.