I've had a couple of episodes when I come to suspect that they know me at the local Pizza Place. This has now been verified in an almost painfully obvious way. I decided to order a pizza (I can absolutely NOT motivate ordering one on a Tuesday afternoon when I'm quite skint but no matter) and phoned down. After telling the man which one I wanted I got the following response: "I recognise your voice, Pariso? [my chosen pizza: chicken, bananas and curry] I know who you are! How are you doing?" What can I say. I think I might have ordered one pizza too much at that place. And, of course, what lovely people they are - the proprietors.
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