I’d like to speak to the manager!!!

Tonight at work something happened that has caused me much anxiety.

I’m still not sure I’m over it.

But here goes.

At 7:15 a four top comes in.

We’ve just sat all of our 7:00’s.

And we only have three servers instead of the four we need.

I say to the foursome that it will be closer to 7:30 before we can get them seated.

Anyone want to guess what happened next.

You are right.

They asked to sit at the bar.

I explain we take reservations at the bar.

They ask to sit in the oyster bar.

I say we have no one to service the tables.

I let them know they can go downstairs.

But they keep on.

Why can’t we sit here.

Why can’t we sit there.

And.

It’s the fourth time this has played out tonight.

I’m sure they can hear my frustration because the man says I’m not trying to be difficult.

And I said, without thinking, but you are.

He was taken aback.

And they went downstairs.

And.

I felt like I should know who they were.

But for the life of me I couldn’t place them.

They return.

Get seated for dinner.

Eat.

And on their way out I ask them how dinner was.

And the man rubbed his temple giving me the finger.

I go out and ask how dinner was again.

They are all looking at me.

When they walk away they all say good night Jeff.

I’m convinced I’m supposed to know who they were.

But I don’t know them.

And don’t recognize the name.

It bothered me all night.

I even told Adam when I got home I felt like I was losing my mind.

I even suggested it was early onset Alzheimer’s.

He laughed at me and assured me I was fine.

However, he was getting into the shower and I went down a rabbit hole.

And I finally googled bad with faces.

And turns out there is a thing called:

Prosopagnosia.

Face blindness.

Adam assured me I didn’t have this.

Alzheimer’s he was right about.

This not so much.

I’ve always been bad with faces.

And I’ve always said it was when they are out of context.

I’ve had trouble all summer knowing who people were.

And I explain it to people by saying they are out of context.

When I lived in NYC I never knew where I knew someone from?

Was it someone from work?

Someone I waited on?

Someone I slept with.

No idea.

You could pull 20 random people out of my Facebook friends and chances are I’d know 25% of them. But some I’d have no idea.

I interviewed a woman this summer who I hired and trained last year.

Hired her.

Had no idea she worked last year.

I had the hardest time watching game of thrones because everyone looked alike.

It takes meeting Adam’s employees dozens of times before I can remember them.

At work I do okay because I have names in front of me. But I have to meet them many many times before I remember them. Plus I put notes in their reservation to remind me who they are.

Then take them out of context and it’s all bets off.

I’ve gone out with the same guy twice not remembering we’d already had a date.

Until I remember he’s a dude.

Fun fact I didn’t share with Adam tonight.

When I got to the restaurant for our first date I couldn’t remember what he looked like.

I just knew he had a mohawk.

He was cute and handsome as I remembered but I’d never have picked him out of a lineup.

I truly believe I face blindness.

And always have.