Remember me - are you memorable to those you rarely encounter?

Are you memorable? Not to your friends & family but to people you rarely deal with.

  • I called to place my ‘usual unusual’ Thanksgiving order. I started to tell her what I wanted, which include special instrux on where & how to deliver it & she cut me off by finishing it out for me. I call this place once a year & yet she remembered my order because it’s unique.
  • I had to call a lawyer’s office last week that I hadn’t dealt with in 8½ years; the admin/paralegal/whatever her title answered & I asked my generic question. She responded, “I thought we did that for you”. Now I get she probably got my name from CallerID but how the hell did she remember a case from so long ago? When I asked her, she stated, “Let’s just say some cases are more memorable than others.”

not a criminal lawyer

Sometimes. When I walk into a pilgrim hostel or bar/cafe on the Camino, I’m often recognized even if I was only there one time two years before. I don’t have extensive conversations with the folks working there, so I assume it’s due to my radiant beauty, dulcet tones, and politeness.

I think I’m recognized more often than most people because I’m goofy lookin’.

Don’t know if anyone would remember me over the phone like you! Wow!

I regularly feel that more people remember me than I remember them. Not sure if it is because I am particularly memorable, or that I have a lousy memory for people I don’t interact with all the time. I generally suspect the latter.

I’m kinda tall, and when I talk about things I can be opinionated, so that might be a reason for someone to remember me.

In my mind, I am quite forgettable.

Same. I routinely have awkward conversations with people who remember me, and address me by name, as I’m frantically trying to place who the hell they are and how i might have met them

Maybe this doesn’t exactly fit here but I came across this word a long time ago and it permanently sits at the periphery of my thoughts:

Sonder
noun

  1. the feeling one has on realizing that every other individual one sees has a life as full and real as one’s own, in which they are the central character and others, including oneself, have secondary or insignificant roles:

2.In a state of sonder, each of us is at once a hero, a supporting cast member, and an extra in overlapping stories.*

Eh. Me? I’m forgettable as heck. Thank the stars.

There’s an IHOP where of the waitresses learned to watch for me stopping by every three months or so. They’re right down the street from my doctor’s office; if I’m not in a hurry to get home, I go there for my first meal after fasting overnight.

When giving me an employee award in 2014, my boss remarked to the crowd, “I still vividly remember Velocity’s job interview in 2010.” So…errrr…yeah.

Oddly enough, I seem to be.

I’m a nondescript rather elderly fellow, of average build and size. Caucasian in a UK town where that’s the bulk of the population. I dress in unremarkable clothes from generic stores or even thrift shops. I don’t express any controversial opinions in public, just try to be normally polite.

But somehow people remember me…? I really don’t know why?

I’m short and need to have all of my pants hemmed, so during a period around 2008-2011 when I was buying a lot of new clothes, I went to a dry cleaner near my office fairly frequently for alterations. I’m not sure the last time I was there, but I know it was before 2015. In September of this year, I finally bought another pair of pants that needed to be hemmed, so I decided to check whether that place was still operating. As soon as I stepped up to the counter, the woman (whom I did not recognize at all) said, “It’s been a while since you’ve been in. You’ve lost weight.”

I had a wonderful lunch in a Polish deli in a small city about an hour from home that I rarely visit. The proprietors had limited English, and my server was their preteen daughter, who finally convinced me that whatever she brought out I would like. [She was right].
Twenty years later I was back in that town, and noticed an almost familiar sign on a different building, and decided to check it out. The young matron at the counter smiled ‘about time you came back - the usual?’ and brought out the same meal I’d enjoyed before.

That’s a wonderful story!

I’m one of those nondescript, invisible people that hardly anyone remembers meeting.

I think a full 50 % or more of the equation are people who remember other people (such as patrons) to a remarkable degree.

This seems like the perfect thread for this song from Garfunkel and Oates.

ETA: Sorry, I should have noted that the song includes some NSFW language.

Yep. Sometimes I get the whole " You look familiar…" thing, but that’s because I look like every other ordinary average guy.

I must be to some people.

I occasionally have people come up to me and start talking and I have no idea who they are lol.

Not so much in recent years but in the past this was a regular occurrence.

That has always been my excuse. For awhile I had a ZZ-Top beard and a pony tail to my waist.

Same here. I’ve gotten good at faking it.

No idea. I guess it depends on the interaction and frequency of encounters. One of my doctor’s entries in my record described me as a “pleasant 77 year-old male”. It made me feel inordinately good. I know that the staff at Walking Dead Manor like me, as I banter with them and let them know that I appreciate what they do.