Decided to give up traveling in the winter to my usual hairdresser, miles away, so I made an appointment with one of the locals.
Fighting with the brolly, wind and rain I all but fell in the door. The girl behind the desk looked up and called .....What name? I thought she meant who was my appointment with. I don't know.....I replied.
The puzzled looking girl waited....then said....Name?
I'm sorry I don't know...I replied....I'm new here.
Riiiight....said the girl very slowly...... You're new, but do.... you..... know... what..... your.... name.... is....dear?
Bums!!!!
LOL, that reminds me of the V important guy who asked the GP receptionist "do you know who I am?" - and she fetched the practice manager, saying the guy had forgotten his name :-)