reminds me of a sorta similar experience.
one time me and my friends were chillin out on the grass up on the side of the ditch..loading a bowl.. then this guy just walks up and sits down and has like this 30min conversation with us about how life flys by...and such all he kept saying is "Where does the time go" "Where does the time go". He also followed me and my friends one time and was like hey you brother with the long hair and brian went to talk to him.. but me and my friends got outta there...guess he was tired of people fucking with his dogs and said have a good time smoking the dank he smelled from my friends pocket.