Am at my folks, waiting for Super Bowl. I go downstairs to say hi to cat and, when I come back upstairs, BOOM! My brother.
We don't hang out. We don't speak. We don't acknowledge each other is alive.
I immediately went down the hall, he went to the living room, and for the next hour, we pretended that the other wasn't in the same house less than 50 feet apart.
I start freak that he's staying here, but thankfully he leaves. I re-emerge and my dad asks me to go get wings. I do.
At the store, it's packed, and I step back to let some pass me. BOOM!. Him again.
Ugh. So awkward.