The tables have turned...

On the bus ride in this morning I was debating whether I should be Shiobhan or Sammie Lynn. I talked myself into being Sammie Lynn while I waited on the long line at Starbucks. There were two cashiers working and I was hoping I would get the one I have never had before so he wouldn't recognize me. However, I got the same cashier "Ripley" had the other day and was convinced this was not going to work.


Me: Iced Venti decaf americano.
 (He goes to write my name down and looks at me with this "I know you" expression but couldn't think of my name).

Me: What you don't remember my name?
(I needed to buy some time to think about the last name I gave this guy because he looked like he definitely remembered me)

Me: Aubrey.

Cashier: Aubrey! Right. Ah, I don't serve you a lot do I?

Me: Nope.
 

Cashier: Ah ok, then I don't feel so bad that I couldn't remember.
 (He writes my name on the cup and turns the cup toward me to show me my "name").

 Is this right? I always make sure I spell people's names correctly. 


Me: Yes it is. Thank you!

I left there thinking, "Shit! Did this guy read my blog?" Was this just a coincidence or has he caught on? I might need to find myself a new Starbucks =) Let's see how much longer I can keep this up.