Way back in highschool, I was best friends with a dub girl in my class (we were the only two dubs at school, in the same standard, so we had to be best friends). She was a good girl back then, pioneering every school holiday etc. When we left school, we carried on hanging around together for a few months, and started associating with a not so kosher crowd in the cong. She hit a rebelious streek of note (as did I). She landed up moving far away, being df'd and getting on with her own life, whilst I did a bit of a fade myself and just stopped attending meeting and avoided the elders like anything. I haven't seen or heard from her in years!
So, on my way to work this morning, I stopped to get something I needed from a store en route to my shop. At the counter I see a guy standing, waiting for his purchase to be packaged. I remember him from way back when - he was married to my highschool best friend's sister , and he and his wife are very good friends with a cousin of mine.
I debated whether I felt like saying hi, and then thought what the hell, let me say hello. We made eye contact and I greeted him. He greeted me... hesitantly. I could almost see the questions flashing through his mind... can I greet her or cant I? Was she disfellowshiped or wasn't she? I made him even more uncomfortable by making conversation - he didn't know what to do with himself. I could just picture him running out to his car to phone his wife and find out whether or not I was DF'd.