I met a man three days ago. He said to me, “Eliza, I’m from the future.” I said, “Great tactic, do you use that one often?” “No”, he said. I reached into my purse and give him a few bucks (can’t blame a guy for trying), and continued for a couple of blocks, until it clocked that he had called me by name. I marched back over. “How do you know my name?” I quizzed. “It’s on your name tag.” he replied. I looked down at my tag, sure enough. Obvious. I continued. Then I came back. “What do you mean you’re from the future?” I said. He gave me an address, a time, and a date, and ran off down the street.