“I believe that’s my seat next to you.”
I looked up to see a tall, sharp-looking businesswoman dressed in a dark blue pants suit. She smiled intensely at me as if we shared some amazing secret.
“I’m sorry,” I said, feeling confused. “Let me jump up so that you can—”
“Coach! Don’t you recognize me? Don’t you remember?”
“Uhhh,” I bumbled, trying to place the face. Who was this?
“Spex Media?” she said raising her eyebrows. It was a clue.
“Iris?” I said slowly. “Is that you?”118
“No! Definitely not!” she said, rolling her eyes and feigning sarcasm.
After a long, awkward pause it hit me.
“Penny? Penny Price?”
“Of course!” she said, mimicking a basketball player shooting a perfect jump shot.
“Great to see ...