At the library where I work we have a fair number of eccentric people that brighten our days. From the man who took out his teeth to use the computer then lost them to an alleged war criminal. Some are regulars and who entertain us regularly.
There is one lady who I quite like who likes to give the female staff beauty tips (haemorrhoid cream is great for smoothing wrinkles around the eyes) and brings us chocolate boobs on InternationalWomen's Day. I think she uses one of those association tricks to remember our names by linking us with a celebrity or actor. And instead of just using this as a prompt she actually calls us by the actor's name. I work with a tall, lanky guy with brown hair that she calls Matt Damon which I find hilarious. And what does she call me? Well at first, much to my chagrin she called me Kirstie Alley.
I must have looked shocked the first time she said that because she said," She's on Dancing with the Stars you know!" like that would set my mind at ease. And then last weekend as she was leaving she called out to me "Bye Christy Turlington!" Talk about an upgrade!