Who are you. Who-who? Who-who?

I really wanna know.

So today I was walking into the post office and I held open the door for someone who was walking out of the post office. She was carrying an armful of packages and it was one of those things you just do--you just hold open the door and let them out as you go in. Then this person said to me, looking me right in the eye, "Thank you Kathryn." I was taken aback. You see, I have no idea who this person was. And the way she said it--it wasn't mean or anything. Kind of like when you do a favor for a friend and they don't say thank you, and you say "You're welcome." Not quite scolding. Not angry. More like--you should know better. And now I feel really bad. I stared at her as she walked away because I was thinking, it'll come to me in a second, just let me think, just let me think! But I have no idea. No idea who that was. She was blond, wispy hair. I think she had on a country western style shirt. No idea. She kind of looked like someone I knew in college, but no, I don't think it was her.

I should have chased after her and asked because now it's bothering me. Who was that? Did I know her well, and just completely forgot all about her? Were we friends? Did we work together? Did we have (gasp) a meaningful conversation that I've forgotten all about? Do I owe her money? Did I read her short story in a fiction workshop? Isn't it just awful how you can meet and interact with another person, and then just completly blank out on them when you see them a year or however long, later?

So if you're out there, mystery-thanker-lady, please let me know who you are so I don't go crazy. And if you prefer to remain mysterious, at least give me a titillating hint.

I know it's totally pointless to plead to my blogger audience, seeing how I've only gotten 6 hits on my site , and two of those hits were me, and another one of those hits was a friend testing out the hit meter.

Jeez, this is driving me crazy . . .