I'm standing at the reception desk, checking in on Thursday afternoon.
harveystoat, who I went to uni with and have not seen since Swancon 2007 (pre-shave) comes up to the desk and fails to recognise me for a minute or two, then as he's about to move away, realises it's me and stares.
harveystoat (explosively): Jesus!
Me (cheerfully): Hi!
harveystoat (recovering beautifully): Oh, you're not Jesus, you're Maharet. Hi! Or, if you are Jesus, you might not want to be around tomorrow. Bad things happening!
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Me (cheerfully): Hi!
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