I went out to breakfast this weekend, while over in the Palouse for my cousins shower. It was a good chance to relax, eat good food, and catch up.
It was a restaurant that I use to frequent fairly regularly when I was going to school.
So I wasn't really surprised when the waitress recognized me. But then I realized she recognized me as someone else.
And she had done the same thing the last time I went to the restaurant.
It was a little awkward, but not so awkward that we didn't laugh about it.
Not that there is really any other appropriate response.
Later in the meal I though I had asked for tea, but then when the waitress asked if I wanted anything to drink, I knew something was wrong with the picture.
She ended up bringing me two eggs, over easy, with the rest of my order.
Which is pretty much the same thing as tea.