"Who are you? I can't find you in the year book or on the commencement program. I found a Chantal (same last name) from class of '99. Is that you? (No, it's my sister.) This is the reunion for the class of '98..."
So, wouldn't be such a big deal except I know this girl. We had classes together. We went to the same high school for all those years. We even went to the same junior high. We even went to summer girl's camps together. I remember who she is. And granted I wasn't real popular or anything, I ran for class offices (and lost) but come on, how many "Charmaine's" do you know??? I'm a little annoyed and, again, perhaps it is all those pregnancy hormones, but I can't help but think, "What a moron!"