I went to Tijuana Flats for lunch today. I go there almost every week so I "know" the staff. Well, I can't remember any of their names. I am bad with names and they don't wear name tags. The short waitress took my order. She got to the part when she asked my name. She "knew" me but didn't know my name and knew that I knew it too. I said my name and kind of laughed. She said she was bad with names because she tends to give names to people she sees. I asked her what "my" name was and she hesitated. In the past, if people get my name wrong, they call me Susan. Anyway, she said Pam. Pam? And she looked apologetic. I asked what her name was and she said Christina. Nope, she didn't look like a Christina to me. More like a Julie.