Straight No Chaser

Chaser

if i ever went to ironto(w?)n, ohio, and stayed at aaron's hilton, i think there is approximately a zero percent chance that he would recognize me. he'd see a tiny girl with a nice figure, and be vaguely reminded of something he read somewhere, but not make the association. possibly he'd find her pained awkwardness endearing, and marvel at how everything made her blush and hide, and that would distinguish her even further from mood indigo, because mood indigo is brilliant, confident, incisively witty. or, in fact, none of those things so much as just ridiculously verbose. so he would recognize me, i guess, and leap over the counter to catch me before i got in the elevator, and thus would begin our saga.