Where everybody knows your name

Except people who call my cell phone. Some of you know that my cell phone number has the misfortune to be just one digit dyslexic of the listener line of a local radio station. (I'm 842, the radio station is 824.) So, periodically, I get calls from people who either want to request a song or who think they've won something. Some of them call me repeatedly. In those cases, I have very nearly said, "Yes! Congratulations, you're the tenth caller!" and taken their name and address, or at least taken a song request. These wrong number calls come and go in cycles; it's very odd. I'll get a bunch for a month and then none for six months. Apparently, a new cycle has started up again this week. I was called on Saturday AM by the same girl twice, and then last night by some guy.

In the meantime, one of my local Starbucks' (and I do mean one - I can arrange to pass FOUR on the way to work, and I live only a mile away) has taken to not only asking for your drink order, but also your name. The interesting thing is that we're conditioned to say our names without really thinking about it and without being able to say anything else instead! I wanted to ask why they cared what my name was, but couldn't think past the "Jen" coming out of my mouth. Then, instead of repeating my drink order when my grande vanilla americano (thanks Glen) was ready, the barista just said, "Jen?" and placed my cup on the counter. I wonder if they're having problems with people taking other people's drinks, or forgetting what they've ordered!