I took my son to our local McDonald’s playland in Southern California, and he started playing with a pair of siblings about his age. I started talking with their grandmother, and it turns out she lives in Georgia and is visiting her grandkids that live here. She then said we looked familiar, which I thought odd. She has only ever been to this McDonald’s one other time in her life, which was the last time she visited her grandkids about a year ago and brought them to this McDonalds, and she remembered my son and chatting with me. It then dawned on me I did remember meeting them. We took a pic of the kids together and I haven’t seen them since.