When restaurants know you by your voice...

There's this great little pizza place near our house that my friend Roger recommended to us when we moved to this area. We go there and make small talk with the owner often enough that he knows our names. But recently, I called in an order over the phone. I knew I was speaking to the owner, but I was fairly sure he didn't know who I was. When I was done placing the order, he read it back to me and said, "and is this Emily?". It was then that I knew we had a problem. Obviously, I need to get John to place the order next time!