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I quit working at the neighborhood grocery store about three months ago. Now, it seems that I know literally everyone, in the whole neighborhood--at least, they seem to think that they know me. I don't remember most of these people, don't really care, and never really had any interest in talking to them, before, when I was paid to do so. (I'm still doing the poor student thing, so there have been lots of really horrible jobs.) I went into an auto parts store near my house yesterday, and was greeted by two or three different people who "knew" me from ex-job. Not people whose names I know. Not people I even recognize on sight. People who think they know me, and are usually upset if I don't remember them, or don't want to talk to them. Do you have any idea how many people used to talk to, on my shift?
It's bizzare. They couldn't tell you my major in college, or why I was working at the grocery store, or even my name, for the most part, but they still want to talk to me when they see me on the street. It's almost a form of celebrity. It's annoying.

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