Nostalgic People Share A Stranger That They Can't Stop Thinking About.

Nostalgic People Share A Stranger That They Can't Stop Thinking About.


People on Reddit were asked: "What stranger do you still think about?" These are some of the best answers.

Sometimes you don't even need words

Random girl I sat next to on the subway. We both read our books the whole ride. At her stop she said "It was really nice riding with you" and left. We hadn't spoken or made eye contact the whole time.


What an unexpected delight!

I was at the supermarket about two years ago, just buying groceries. My week wasn't the best and I was feeling quite a bit lower than usual, but hey, I gotta eat.

I was grabbing some yogurt, and all of a sudden I feel something wrap itself around my right leg. A little girl, about 3 or so, stares straight up at me, smiles the biggest smile I've ever seen on a child that age, and proceeds to proclaim, "Wow, you're really pretty!"

A bit shell shocked, I thanked her as her mother came hurrying over. The mom apologized and told her daughter to do the same for "bothering the nice lady," but honestly I've never felt so honored in my life.

The girl is probably five or six by now, and I guarantee I'll never forget her. She made my day so much brighter, and I find myself giving compliments to random people more often now.


We've all been there, man

The guy who waved at me at a bus stop several years ago, but he wasn't actually waving at me, he was waving at a guy behind me, and when I waved at him, he laughed.

I think about him basically every time I go out now that I live back in the same city that it happened in, and worry I'll see him again, and that I'll die.


I want to do this someday with the house I grew up in

The older gentleman who knocked on my door one day and asked if he could possibly come inside and revisit the home in which he had lived over 55 years ago.

It was a pleasure to show him around and to hear his recollection of things that had happened within those walls many years ago - some of which were eye-openers.

I never saw him again because he was visiting from the other coast, where he now lives. Still, he told me tales of the house and neighborhood I won't forget.


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