I wonder if I’ve ever become an inside joke to a stranger like some strangers have become inside jokes to me and my friends. I love that these people I don’t know live on in my memory and wonder if I live in any strangers mind too
Like there’s an employee at a Waffle House my friends and I saw on vacation and we think about him and talk about him pretty frequently but it was just a normal day for him that he likely has no recollection of.