This weekend we were at a conference with a bunch of people I sincerely enjoy being around, and one person in particular I’m trying to avoid. Because apparently I lack the maturity God gave a fifth grader. He ticked me off earlier this year and owes me a conversation.

I know he knows.

I know he knows I know.

Instead of talking about this thing, we passed each other, again and again, with a quick “hey you, how the heck are you?” and kept moving. We’re both really very busy people.