Sometimes they come back...

Last week in the laundry room this guy says to me, can i ask you a question? Im like sure what? He goes, how long have you lived here? Im like, ten years. He goes, you werent here on 9/11? I go, yeah, i was; i moved out and came back. He goes, i used to live next door to you. Blah blah blah, and i end with, look im sorry if i ever yelled at ya (i had just started on meds that summer). So you never know!