I walked into a coffee shop in Maine that I had never been in before and the barista was like "Hi James." Apparently I met him 15 years ago when he carried my bags to a hotel and he remembered my smile.
He said I gave him a CD and told him to never give up on his music.
I NEVER remember names.
Part of why I have never sold anything to anyone, and I keep to a small office with a stereo and little interaction with the outside world.