Degrees of Separation

I left high school in 1975. Something funny happened to me that last year, that I was reminded of
again this past week.

I was just 15 that year, but nearly all the classes I was taking were advanced placement, with
mostly seniors and some juniors. One of the senior girls accosted me one day, indignant over
something I had done. She wouldn't tell me what it was. You know that when you've done something
to piss off a female, you're expected to know what you did. She gave me a slight break, however,
in letting me know when I had done it. It was in a dream she had the night before.

I thought that was kind of funny, so I've told that story some number of times over the years. For
all I know, so has she, although I doubt she found it humorous, and I also doubt she got much of the
sympathy she would have been seeking if she had.

At any rate, I was reminded again of it watching "Flight of the Conchords", an HBO series built
around the comic music of, well, the Conchords. The sole fan of the band was mad at one of the duo
for something he had done to her in a dream, and was demanding an apology.

In all the years I've told that story, nobody yet has said "Yeah, that happened to me one time,
too". It seems likely to me that it has taken 34 years for that story to wend its way to the ear
of a cript writer.