On Tuesday night the last person out of the building was a man who called me a "genius" as he was leaving because I know this library like the back of my hand. (I didn't even help him at all).
On Wednesday he called me a genius again for no reason. Apparently he didn't remember me from Tuesday. He stated, I might have talked to you before, but I don't remember because I have a memory like a fruit fly, and they only live for a day!