garage sale Friday...the people you meet...and beer for breakfast?

Always makes me feel a bit weird and awkward when someone remembers me from "somewhere"...and I have NO clue who they are...
went to garage sales today...did about a 12 block square around my house...
got a late start...
first garage sale...
nothing...
second garage sale...
nothing...(wondering why the heck I couldn't get out of bed sooner!)

about the 4th sale, I drive up and park next to a 10 foot tall cowboy Santa...yep, I said 10 foot tall cowboy Santa...made of wood...
and dang, forgot the camera...
as I walk up the driveway, I am greeted with a friendly hello...then asked what I ended up buying at the estate sale that I went to last weekend...
Who is this guy and why does he remember me?
so...
we chat for a bit as I start a pile...
cool suitcase, fabulous large shelf, absolutely to die for 3 tiered metal cart on wheels...a type shelf that I plan on using for found object art...and about 10 old racks (the kind you put pool balls in)....
as I load up my car...he is still chatting about all the times he has run in to me...at Value Village, estate sales...sees me around the neighborhood...and his wife is there chatting me up too...
And I am just not remembering anything about either of them...
I feel bad.
and I look over to the porch...and I see they are drinking beers...at 10:30 am...
after all ...it is 5 pm somewhere...
not judging...
just getting a kick out of their great memories...and wondering...
maybe I should drink more beer?
they were super nice...and one of these days I will get photos of some of the fun stuff I bought from them...
but not the shelf- it sold already in STARS...
gotta go-
got a beer waiting for me...