Thanks for the support, but let's hold off the celebration until I get a call back from her :/ (well, it's only Tuesday)
Moving right along, let's share some times that we've recovered from "putting your foot in your mouth".
I remember this one gal I worked with at a clothing store (Stacy, I think). She was putting new merchendice on the sales floor from the dock, during the Holiday season. Since I was a cashier, I rarely see the merchendicers in the evening. I had a friendly chat with one gal, and didn't see her again untill two months later (January). We were on inventory duty, counting every article of clothing, piece of jewelery, sock, shoe, etc, in the store. And of all things to happen, I forgot her name
For most of the evening, she was pissed. Finally, lunch time came (more like a midnight snack, we were on a graveyard shift). The store had cattered with crousant sandwitches from the market a few blocks down. I got the roast beef and chedder. In the lunch room, there's some tables and chairs, and a blue love seat. Stacy sat there with two other girls. These gals left soon afterward, and then Stacy went to the restroom.
Then I got an idea. I moved from my spot at the table, and sat in the love seat. I postioned myself so that I was watching the tv on the far side of the small couch, and would have my back to who ever sat next to me. Stacy came back, and reclaimed her spot on the couch, next to mine. I didn't say anything at first, until a few minutes had past. Then I turned, gave a small smile, and said, "Hi".
She mentioned that it's understandable to forget someone's name, after only meeting them once, several weeks ago. And we got back to were we left off