Once, at a party, I was introduced to a friend of a friend. We shook hands, I told her my name, she told me hers. Then she did something that I was ever so grateful for.
"Hang on," she said. "Can you say your name again? I wasn't really listening."
She saved me from having to later—possibly even at the same party—sheepishly admit that I, too, had already forgotten her name.
