Remember the time

I was hanging round with Sally in town for a few hours this afternoon. It was OK, just a typical town visit.
As we’re walking up the street I see my old school mate James walking down with this other person, Fred, from my old school and this other lad.
James blanked me when I called out to him. Fred turned around and said hello but James just blanked me.
I can’t understand this attitude. I talked to Sally about it afterwards and she told me about how she’d lost contact with all her old friends.
I mean is that it then? All those times we went through in second school….forgotten? Considered obsolete and unimportant. Perhaps they are.
I decided to get pro-active and I dug up his old number. We hadn’t spoken in 3 years but damnit I didn’t want the last memory of James to be him walking away without acknowledging my existence. I got his mum on the phone and asked her to give me a mobile number. I then texted James and got a reply….twice. I then sent him a third message as I thought we had a kind of dialogue going here…but he has not responded and it has been 30 minutes.