Identity: Taken and Mistaken

Last week I called the bookstore to order a SF book coming out next month.

"Books Inc, may I help you?"
Me: "I'd like to order a book."
BI: "Can I have the title?"
Me: "The ISBN is (blah)."
BI: "...madbaker?" (Using my first name)
Me: "...Yes."
BI: "We'll call you." (click)
Me: "... I guess you've got my phone number on file."

My pushers know their client, apparently.

Yesterday I went to the Ferry Building Farmers' Market in the AM to shop, and chatted briefly with the Roli Roti owner Thomas - we'd ordered a rotisserie lamb dinner for Zombie Jesus Day today, but pickup wasn't until 1 PM. So around 1 I showed back up.

He didn't recognize me the second time, because I wasn't wearing the fedora. I told him I get that at the coffee guys next door to him, too.

What I'm reading: Peter Watts, Blindsight