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They're gonna recognize my eyes, my hair, my teeth, my boobs, my nose
When I blogged about how I'd always wanted to Become A Regular Somewhere I completely forgot that my family are already regulars for Sunday brunch at the Sheraton in Ann Arbor. I probably forgot it because I am always trying to forget it. It would be nice if it were because we go there frequently, but it's because we've become recognizable.
A few years ago, I was to meet my family at the Sheraton for brunch. They arrived before I did and the host was amused to watch as they danced around the table, trying to decide where they should sit, based on where I would insist on sitting when I arrived. They explained to the host that I was afraid of sitting with my back to the room because I thought I was going to be attacked by the Mafia. This wasn't so bad or unusual, because my family has a history of oversharing with complete strangers. Usually it's okay, because we never see that person again.
The horrible thing is that it is now always the same host for Sunday brunch at the Sheraton, and that he now recognizes my family and asks, "Is she with you today?" Then he snickers at me when I come in. I'm pretty sure that some of the servers recognize us now because word of my neurosis has spread throughout the staff. It's a good thing the breakfast is delicious enough for me to put up with being a laughingstock!
srah - Sunday, 25 November 2007 - 9:44 PM
Tags: ann arbor, brunch, nablopomo, nablopomo 2007, neuroses, srahfam
