Knowing the Unknown

"It was S. S. B.!" I cried!

My husband looked up from the newspaper to where I was rinsing dishes and loading them into the dishwasher. He looked alarmed.

"What's wrong?"

"The person I saw at the market! It was S. S. B.!"

Relief washed over me. It was five hours later, but I finally remembered the name of somebody I saw at the store.

My husband returned to his paper. "I thought something was wrong," he grumbled. "You shrieking like that."