I've also overheard racist remarks here in Atlanta — racism I had forgotten still existed down South after living in New York City for 6 years.
One time I went to a restaurant and took my wig off before we went inside, but I forgot I still had paint on my face.
Boston, lest we forget, still have the league's best record.
Badiou's eyes gleam as if he's recalling an old love affair he can never forget, still less disown.
I forget we still do that thing.
Swept up in my own philanthropy, I forgot that I was still decked out in last night's rave attire, tiny purple and blue ripped denim shorts and an "I ♥ NY" crop top.
I was in the middle of recording vocals when he buzzed up and I forgot the microphone was still on, so the sample made its way into the song organically.
And I remember going back into the emptied-out building one day during recess (maybe I needed the bathroom, maybe I forgot my gloves), standing still, and realizing that, with the thick walls around me, my ears were buzzing with something that I, growing up in Queens a mere field goal away from the Long Island Expressway, had never heard before: absolute silence.
If a deficiency is found in our returns, will we be able to say "I forgot," avoid hefty penalties and still get the job of our dreams?
"I still forget names, still have those senior moments," she says, with a chuckle.
