Big Hero

It’s a nice day so Mr. and Mrs. Big Robot go to a Heurigen, a wine tavern, within walking distance of their house, for a casual meal and a glass of wine or two. They get a table in the shade and order and while they are eating and drinking an older couple come and ask if they may share the table and the Big Robots say, sure! And everyone is friendly and chatting and drinking and eating and the older couple seem to know the Big Robots but this is not mutual. I mean, they look familiar. At least the lady. But their names, where they live, all those details…?
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They talk about kids, they talk about solar power and heat pumps, home renovations, all that old people stuff.
Things are sort of gliding along, Mr. Big Robot orders another glass of wine, lets his mind wander until he notices Mrs. Big Robot talking about all the people he has saved.
Mr. Big Robot is, like, WTF? People, plural?
So he is like, what? The guy in the snow… who else?
The mayor’s brother in the snow, you mean. Corrects Mrs. Robot.
Not the current mayor, clarifies Mr. Robot. Long time ago.
Then there was the old lady bleeding in the street, says Mrs. Robot.
Ah! Right, hit by a car or something. I got her to the curb…
And you saved me, says the old lady they are drinking with.
Oh, yeah, says Mr. Big Robot, although he has absolutely no memory of it.
Then they talk about something else besides his forgotten heroism which was anything but heroic, it was merely wondering “what is that person doing lying in the snow/in the street” and checking on them while someone else called an ambulance.
Walking home later, he asks Mrs. Robot wtf the old lady had been talking about. Had he saved her too?
No that was our friend Medium Robot. She passed out on the street or something.
What was he doing there? I live here, he doesn’t. Maybe he was visiting us. I may have been with him, which would explain her remembering me. Perhaps I assisted in her salvation.
He likes the feel of that.