Although your story is MUCH better than my little post-high-school brush I'm about to mention, there are a lot of parallels...
It was only a few years after graduation, and I found myself playing midnight broom hockey with a bunch of co-workers. We had to wait for some actual hockey players to vacate the ice before we could go out. As they did, one of the players sees me and his face lights up as if I just told him that he won the lotto.
I'll now tell you that I was, without question, in the lowest of the low ranking "geek" circles in high school. I was both a computer nerd AND a band geek. Can you get lower on the high school totem? I think not.
With that being said, the player coming off the ice, I instantly recognized. He was prom king, captian of the football team, captian of the wrestling team. He wore his hair in a mowhawk, and was easily the most popular dude on campus. And here he is, shaking my hand and smiling ear to ear, extatic to see someone from his past. The dude NEVER said 2 words to me in 4 years! We have nothing in common except for the fact that we graduated the same year.
I didn't know what to say, as our social circles were SO FAR apart. Frankly I was shocked he remembered me at all. Basically that was it, a quick handshake and a "Hey, how you doing? Good to see you."
I realize there is no real "payoff" to this story other than the following fact. It just struck me as odd that these social cliques that formed in HS are so quickly abandonded. Once you get into the "real world" any familiar face in the crowd must be worth talking to.
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