Today for the first time I ever I walked into the post office and they knew me by name. I was there to pick up a registered mail item from Manafont, but two other non registered packages (from DiscoveryBargain and LaserPoint) had showed up that morning, so they held them for me figuring I'd be in to pick them up.
May be time to take a break.
:-D
My name is Oxy Moron and I'm a flashoholic.
The guys at the PO all know me. There is an ironclad rule that goes, "No ID, no package". Last asked me for ID more than a year ago.
But there is worse than being well-known at the PO.
It's been a holiday weekend so there is a very long queue to register births, deaths and marriages. I get to the front of the queue, "Oh, hello Don, you have some deaths for us?"
Since most people only do this once in their lives, it really worries them that I'm known personally to all the staff. The other customers' faces are a sight to see.
Which isn't as bad as them making coffee for me at the crematorium. Where I am rather too well-known. Less so these days...