"Oh, hello Personontheleftsideofthebench. I didn't see you there."
"Who are you?" Personontheleftsideofthebench asked, looking up from her magazine.
"I'm Personontherightsideofthebench. You remember me. We went to school together for 36 years. In first grade you used to tease me about my name. You used to call me Persononthewrongsideofthebench," Personontherightsideofthebench said.
"36 years? I'm only 19. I've never seen you before in my life. How'd you know my name anyway? I'm confused," she said, confusedly. Personontheleftsideofthebench resumed reading.
"I can't believe you don't remember!" Personontherightsideofthebench shouted, jumping to his feet. "After all I've done for you. After saving your life the other day." Then, he grabbed the magazine out of her hands and threw it to the ground.
Personontheleftsideofthebench looked down and realized that she had been reading blank pages. She stood up and yelled, "It wasn't you who saved my life the other day! It was a person who looked exactly like you. You must be mistaken."
"Oh, of course. The person who I thought you were had red hair. Yes, and the person whom I had thought you are was one and one half feet shorter. And he had more fingers than you. No, you cannot be him. I apologize for my mistake."
"It's quite alright. I believe you are in fact the person you claimed to be. I now recall those 36 years. I have known you all those years and you did indeed save my life the other day."
"Strange how that turned out," Personontherightsideofthebench remarked.
"Strange," the other person said. She picked up her magazine and began reading.
