As I left the gym this evening, the mindless ritual of getting my gym card back from the otherwise distracted college student staff member was pleasantly disrupted. Rather than carefully reciting my name and quickly following up with a spelling lesson, the staffer knew my name and simply handed me my card and wished me goodnight.
HUH?
I’ve been going to this gym for the last 3 and a half years. Not once in that time have I ever retrieved my gym card without identifying myself by last name. But tonight, I was “a regular.”
It got me thinking about how nice it is to be a known regular at the gym. I’m there enough for them to remember me and my last name (3 years of memorization tests not with standing). Then I started thinking about places where I’m glad I’m not a regular. Obvious answers include the pub, the dentist’s office (though they cheat and read it from your chart before you walk in and pretend to remember), and Blockbuster Video.
Other places I’m glad I’m not a regular:
- Walmart
- Any public restroom (“Pooping again, huh Mr. Knight?”)
- Adult bookstore
- Any MySpace Group
- Arby’s
- The Golf Channel
That’s about it. I’d welcome regular status anywhere else. Did I miss anywhere?
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proctologist
A slew of conventions: Trekkie, NRA, Republican, furrie.
The airbrush kiosk at the mall
Can you imagine if the phone answering people at QVC or the Home shopping Channel recognized you by voice?
the bail bonds office
dmv
Ha! QVC. Even better if that conversation was put on the air…
Didn’t you order the his and hers cubic zirconium broken heart pendant last week?
hmmm…i see you’re buying the flaw-hiding miracle bathing suit! are you not happy with the gazelle and denise austin workout wear you bought last season?
jail
laundromat
a bar
the bus stop
tattoo parlor
I noticed you weren’t on MySpace anymore (don’t blame you). Great website! …ok enough with the creepy stalking =)