Yesterday at work, I checked out two gentlemen. As I was doing so, I got that "feeling" that he - the guy who bought some clothes - was "someone". I checked his ID - an automatic response when folks pay with credit cards - and made an inane comment when I saw what city in CA he lived, "Hey, I have a cousin who lives in ------." He responded with a joking, "No WAY!" . . . as one might if you're traveling overseas and they find out you're American, only to ask, "Hey, my friend Bob lives in Minneapolis - do you know him?!" We bantered back and forth about that just a tiny bit . . . but after he left, I pulled out his credit card receipt to check.
Yep, it was Chris Hillman. Of The Byrds!
If I spy him again, I'll apologize for not recognizing him. But then, maybe it's NICE to not be recognized all the time? If I were him, I know *I* would think so!