Let's go with: drawing a blank.
I'm headed off to Vancouver for a quick visit and some errand running. I'll be back Saturday afternoon, so the next couple of days will be scheduled posts.
"You don't remember me, do you?" the man asks, crossing his arms and smirking slightly.
"Of course I do," I reply with a dismissive laugh. Hoping to avoid further conversation, I return to my newspaper.
"Oh yeah?" He actually reaches out and pulls the sports section from my hands. "What's my name then?"
"Give that back." It's not a request; it's a demand. I may be getting on in years but I can still command respect and instill fear when I need to.
"Sure, but it'll cost ya. The price is simply my name."
"I'll say your name," I tell this mystery man, "right after you tell me mine."
Two can play this game.