From time to time, I’ll catch sight of someone in the street and realize that I recognize them, but I don’t know their name.
I can rarely if ever tell whether I know them because they’re famous, or because they work around the corner from me so they’ve seeped into my memory through unnoticed repeat exposure. Today was a blond-haired man who looks a little like a wimpy viking, with long hair and a beard.
Famous or local? Can’t decide.