Several years ago, as I was walking out of the store, a young man of some type of Asian (important) descent say "Jackie."
I don't recognize him at all, and look to see if I was wearing my name tag. I'm kinda freaked out, and say, "how do you know me?"
He says, "I don't know if you remember me, my name is Phan (shortened a lot)"
I said, "Are you kidding me? I always wondered what happened to you guys."
He and his family immigrated from Laos, early 80's, to my hometown. They only stayed there for a short time, before moving to a city 30 miles away, or so. He then moves to the town I live in now, and we run into each other some 30 years later, and he remembered me. There are people out there I went to school with from the time I was 5 all the way through high school, who couldn't pick me out of a line up if I had a name tag on, and here's the young man, who knew me for all of a couple months and he remembered me.
I LOVE whole bean coffee. Quite by accident, I discovered Berres Brothers bulk bean coffee. The company is also just up the road a way, relatively speaking. Our favorite here being their Hilander Grogg. One day a couple came through my line, and they had bought a bag of the coffee. I was asking them their favorite, and told them the story of how I came across the coffee, and our favorite. I finish ringing them up, and give them their total. The wife of the couple, hands me their check, as form of payment, and the last name on the check, Berres. I was a little floored, but I can imagine, they enjoyed the critique I gave of their coffee.