Sad Day

Last week my grandma D passed away...which was a very sad day indeed.  Brian and I hopped a plane to the motherland to go to the funeral.  While at the visitation I had to introduce people to brian because a lot of these people had never met them and I hadn't seem some of them in 10 years or more.  In any event I had to rack my brain to try and remember a lot of people's names, if i could spot someone I would ask my dad before they came through the line, but at one point there were so many people I wasn't able to ask him.  That's when the D-bag walked through.  I saw a man I didn't know and politely said, I'm sorry what was your name/thanks for coming.  He looked at me and said 'you don't know who i am?'  and I said no, i'm sorry.  and then he said 'well i'm not going to tell you then.'  I was a little taken aback, so i asked my dad who he was and he told me it was the guidance counselor from my old middle school...except he was hired after i was already in high school...aka...I'VE NEVER SEEN YOU BEFORE!  Then he proceeded to give me the cold shoulder acting completely pissed that i didn't know who he was....i'm sorry my grandma is lying dead over there in that casket...and you're offended i don't remember you?  WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?! 

needless to say...he's a D-bag...