Fan Club

While walking thru Lowe's today, I passed a man who looked remotely familiar, but common enough, he could have been anyone. As we passed, he said, "Hi, Kevin". I quickly responded with with a smile, and a, "How ya doin today?". I have no idea who this man was, but he apparently knows me. So my whole trip to Lowe's had my mind troubled over who this mystery person is. My guess is someone I've been associated with work over the past few years, but not for certain. I am getting older, and what's that disease the old people suffer when they lose their memory? Perhaps he was a person I owe money to, or better yet, he owes me money! My theory is: I've been at my trade for too many years now, to remember everyone. Word has gotten around about my ability to find the shiny side of a tile, and set it with the correct side up. Obviously this has given rise to my popularity, and I now have ascended to 'rock star' status. He must have just been a fan, maybe even the president of my fan club. I'm glad I was on somewhat of a time constraint, otherwise I would have had to stop and carry on a conversation with this guy, and pretend I know him. That can be a bit awkward. All I've got to say is, I hope I don't run into him again, because I don't have a clue who he is, or even know of somebody who might know him. Besides, I may still have his 20 bucks.