so that thing, with that person, in that place...

There's a woman on the other side of the coffee shop pushing a stroller. I'm absolutely positive I went to high school with her. I also have absolutely no idea who she is. I feel like I'm too young to be seeing former classmates in coffee shops with their kids and forgetting who they are. (My father just called and says "welcome to the real world." I guess if that's the worst of the real world, I'm doing pretty well.) This whole thing feels a little like a movie (a particular one, even, but I can't think of its name either).