John: You work at the bookstore? Hey I think I've seen you before! I came in asking for bumper stickers once. I dunno if you remember...
Me: Wh- waitaminute, you're that guy that came in asking for bumper stickers? No friggin' way!
Well, that's my internal response. Outwardly, I just admit that I don't remember. This must be what it's like to be a kindergarden teacher. One day, you're reading "If you give a mouse a cookie" to your little rugrats, when suddenly your storytime is interrupted by the entrance of a guy in his thirties, about 6 feet tall, whatever, saying "Hey Miss C.! Remember me? I was in your class in 1989. I was that kid who ate paste, you remember?"
No fucking clue, man. And I'm married now.
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