13 years ago, I quit high school. I went to a local school here in East County with a pretty low student population, classwise. That is, I believe, what makes the following story so interesting.
I went to the grocery store this morning in Salem after work. As I was finishing up, I heard someone behind me say, "hey!" I very vaugely thought I recognized this person, but had no clue why. He approached me and asked me if I lived in East County. I said yes. He asked if I was a firefighter. I said yes. ( I realize now that I was wearing union attire. ) He proceeded to give me this story about how he remembered me and knew my name, though he wasn't sure how. His car broke down in the parking lot, the next bus to the EC wasn't for four more hours, and the taxi ride was going to cost almost 50 bucks. He wanted a ride home.
I still had to go to Costco before returning home, and since I hate shopping, figured a cart pusher couldn't hurt. So we went to Costco, he pushed my cart, ( or whatever the kids call it these days ) and then I took him home. ( to his house, where I dropped him off, no money exchanged, enough innuendos..)
Turns out he was a Senior when I was a Freshman and we had nothing to do with each other. He also ended being in one of my college classes before moving to P-town and getting married. His wife died a few years ago from an illness that I had growing up. He knows the guy I bought my truck from. He moved back to the EC, only a few blocks from where I live.
We probably met 13 years ago, but only remembered each others faces and nothing else.
I think it's important to share stories like this because it is a good reminder ( at least for me ) that sometimes things from your past can resurface, good or bad. Has anybody reading this ever said something like, " I don't care, I'll never see them again anyway."? I have.
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