So I'm in the grocery store an hour ago doing some last minute Christmas grocery shopping, as you do, and the place is packed. I step aside in one aisle to let a group of three people pass me, and all of a sudden one of them, a man about my age, spins around and points his finger at me.
"Do I know you?"
"I don't think so."
"I do know you. You look so familiar."
"I don't think so, but Merry Christmas." I try to get around them and go down the aisle.
"Where do you work?"
"At Ohio State. Do you work there?" I pause, in case he is, in fact, somebody that I work with.
"No, that's not it. But you went to high school here in Worthington, right?" His two companions are starting to fidget uncomfortably about now.
"'Fraid not. I hope you all have a Merry Christmas."
He reaches out toward me. "You look so familiar."
"I get that a lot. One of those faces."
"But you sound so familiar too!"
"One of those voices, I guess." I walk off down the aisle.
"WAIT! I KNOW! AA! I KNOW YOU FROM AA! YOU GO TO AA, RIGHT?"
Stop. Turn. Smile. "Uh, no."
"Oh." He sounds a little disappointed. "Well, have a Merry Christmas anyway." He sounds more disappointed.
Merry Christmas, dude. Whoever you are.