During a recent brief hospital stay, my mother casually mentioned to me that one of her nurses recognized her from a brief hospital stay a few months earlier. (She’s doing well, thank you.)
She and I were both surprised by this. My mother is not a frequent visitor to the hospital, a place that does quite a lot of business. It’s not out of the question, of course. I, for example, only see my mother at Christmas, but I recognize her on sight almost every time. And there are blackjack dealers in Vegas who recognize me every year when I go out on vacation, despite the fact that they see upwards of 100,000 players in between, and I’m not the kind of high-roller that gets noticed.
But it got me thinking about how being recognized on sight is a mixed bag. Sometimes you want to go where (almost) everybody knows your name, and they’re (usually) glad you came. Other times not so much. For example: Continue reading