Forgetfulness

One of my business related companies has its office in Akasaka Biz-tower. I have never been there nor even heard of the name. I told the same over the phone to the person who I was going to have a meeting with.
"Ah." he said. "No problem, when you get off the train at Akasaka, all you have to do is just follow the sign. Actually there are signs all over. You can't miss. Then when you come to the lobby on the first floor, call me." I got off the train, followed signs, got to the lobby without any problem. There are many people walking or waiting for security clearance to enter the office district.
I called him from my cell phone. He answered me before the first sound of the calling signal ended. "Where are you now?" He said in unusual loud voice. "Well I believe I am in the lobby as you said." "Are you sure?" At this I suddenly became unsure. "Well, I just followed signs that led me here." "What can you see there?" "I can see what seems like hakuho-do reception gate." "Hakuhodo? what others?" "Starbucks cafe on my upper left just up the stairs." "That's strange!" he said.
As I was giving him some more detailed information about what I was seeing, a man walked passed in front of me speaking loudly, looking up at the Starbucks Cafe. He was talking to his cell-phone. He turned. Our eyes met. Both kept speaking to the phone confirming if what we were hearing was exactly from the mouth we were seeing. An awkward moment. Then with a big forced smile he said "Domo sumimasen. wakaranakutte." The same with me. We met before once perhaps 10 years ago or so at a conference and we talked in person. I couldn't recognize him and neither he me. Maybe 10 years have changed us a lot. So much that we can't recognize each other even at point blank. "We do not want to become old, do we?" he said. "No, indeed" I said.
Not bad actually because forgetfulness sometimes saves us.