So I went up to Hal's Auto shop right across from my work to see about the brakes on my truck. Hal, the owner, was there when I walked in the shop front.
Me: Heya, hal's it goin'? Hal: ... Hal: ... Hal: Good, what can I do for you?
If you read this, even if I don't speak to you often, you must post a memory of me. It can be anything you want, it can be good or bad, just so long as it happened.
Then post this to your journal. See what people remember about you.