A co-worker told me this morning that he was talking about me to his family. He had a senior moment, and couldn't remember my name. He went through the long list of staff; but just couldn't call up my name. He is reading Hunt for the Skinwalker: Science Confronts the Unexplained at a Remote Ranch in Utah, by George Knapp and Colm A. Kelleher, which I had recommended to him. He picked up the book, showed it to his family, saying that I was the one who recommended the book to him. He was getting a little frustrated that he couldn't remember my name. Just then, the receipt from the book fell out; the cashier's name was "Regan."
That's the way to start off your morning at work!