Random stuff in my boring life.

I have several guests who know me by name. They seem to think I'm a special buddy of theirs who will give them extra goodies. They show up several times a week. Some ask me if I ever go home or do I sleep in the store. One freaked out on me when I took a week off. She thought I had quit. They even call and request things from me. I'm not their personal shopper. It's kinda creepy sometimes. They call the store and when I pick up they call me by name. They even grab me and hug me when I run into them somewhere else. This is why I hate living in a town. It was better when I lived in Dallas. I could go places and not be known.