I'm waking up, at Vera's house. She has sub-let her apartment out to another couple, sharing everything, even half of the bed. Her two new roommates are sitting on the end of the bed. I've met them before, but I just want to review their names (*1) so I hold my hand out first to the man, saying "I know we met before, but it takes me a couple times to remember people's names, what was yours?"

He answers, but it's too quiet to hear, and I have to say "what?" several times, and lean it to hear him. He isn't just saying his name, he's saying something else in explanation, and I just can't pick it out. Jay? Joe? Something like that? Finally I understand, his name is Gae, spelled G-a-e.

Then I greet the girl, who is quite obese, and she says her name is "Sheila, because of these", sweeping her hand in front of her monstrous breasts (*2).

I laugh, "ha, well I think your parents probably named you before you had grown such huge tits." She laughs and acknowledges that is probably true, as if she didn't think of that before.

Dang, I think, these people are really stupid.

While this is going on, I am trying to put on a T-shirt, but it doesn't fit. It's not my shirt, it's Gae's, and I think I knew that, but I just thought I could get away with putting it on and walking away with it, perhaps just as a joke. But it's too small (even though he's quite a bit bigger than me), so I say "oh oops, this is your shirt", and fold it up on the bed. It's a white shirt with the logo of an auto parts store on it, and covered in grease stains.

(*1) Vera and I were just talking that evening about forgetting people's names, and ways to strategically manage this deficiency

(*2) Not sure what the name Sheila has to do with large breasts