The ambush. We have all been here.
You are in the market store, pushing your wagon about the country once WHAM! You run into that female next to the big bluish opinion. You met her at that district rendezvous or perhaps many enterprise lunch. Either way, you bring to mind that human face. but what is her name? Before your noesis can get any more than that thought, she smiles and says, "Hi Joe, how are you?" Now you are truly unfree. She remembers your name!!