I was out food shopping on Seven Sisters Road one day in the 90s.
Waiting at the bus stop, I saw an apple fall out of the rucksack of a woman who was standing with her back to me.
I picked it up and said to the back of her head, “Your apple’s fallen out of your rucksack.”
She said, even before she turned round to face me, “I know that voice!”
It was Penny who’d worked at the telex agency, British Monomarks, when I worked there 1978–1981.
She’d started working there a bit after me, and hadn’t stayed as long (I think) — therefore, we hadn’t known each other that long.
We hadn’t always been on the same shifts — therefore, not that much exposure to each other.
When our shifts did overlap, we didn’t actually talk much because there was always so much to do — therefore, she hadn’t had that much sampling of my voice.
That’s going back more than a decade, yet she recognised my voice from that one short sentence uttered behind her back!
(London, 1978–1981, 1990s)
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