"Mm.. hello young lady" was the awaited response followed by a smile that said "since you are in this building and casual enough to fight with your hair in the middle of the first floor then I should know you but I so not". I was extremely used to his utterly temporal memory so we went over this every time and could never took a step further than the introduction. Usually, I am an elder's beloved... so as long as they can still spread their World War I reminiscences and/or wear hats with matching gloves. When we first moved in with my Granny, he continuously mistook me for the ex beauty queen living at # 12 whose pre-menopausal craze lead her to wear skin tight tops with stretch jeans. Needless to say I wasn't feeling complimented.