Okay, if someone famous was wearing a bucket hat half-way down their nose?

And rumpled, wrinkled clothing; and they were creeping through the cars - would you be nervous, not knowing who they were? I mean, it's dark and he comes up to me and says - "good evening.....where's my car?" And I love to help people, but I hadn't recognized him yet and I have been attacked before by a guy I DID know in the past, so I mumbled "I don't know..." and hurried to my car, looking over my shoulder the whole way. But with each step I kept thinking that he looked familiar in some way. I drove off, but looked over my shoulder to see that he was looking like he was approaching a couple, but at the last minute, turned and looked RIGHT AT MY CAR. We made eye contact for a second. I went home, watched a movie and fell asleep. When I woke up on the couch it suddenly dawned on me who he is. I wanted to say, "Aaaaaaaaaaargh! Dude, my phone number is on my bumper in bright blue - just call me and quit sneaking around. But tell me who you are so I don't act stupid again, please?" (Sigh)