buffalo tracks in the snow

[somedayseattle]

Whenever I meet someone new, I introduced myself as Chip, but I also let them know if they can’t remember that you can just call me That Guy. Back when I was mobile, I ran with several different cliques. The record store crowd, disc golfers, the live music people and a couple other groups. I cross contaminated myself and people would often see me, but not recall where they knew me from hence the name.

We were doing some grocery shopping on Wednesday. I had stopped to marvel at the huge Vienna Sausage display.
I had never seen so many in one place at one time (tell me you live in Da South without telling me you live in Da South) While I was admiring the display a guy in a white T-shirt, and hoodie walked past me then turned around to say “Aren’t you That Guy from Schoolkids Records?” I nodded and we spoke for a few minutes. He mentioned the great conversations we have had and thanked me for hipping him to new artists. The downside of the conversation was that I had no clue of who he was. This actually happens often. I speak with a lot of people and only a handful of them make a big enough impact that I remember them. But still, it was nice of him to stop and speak with me. Knowing myself I could run into him again next week and probably not remember him.

There was another paragraph wrapping this up....but once again my dumb ass deleted it.

Comments

[meowmensteen]

That happens to me all the time. I know the face, I know the person, they know me, BUT WHY? Where did I know them??

[msconduct]

Ah, the perils of fame. All the little people blend together.