There's a sandwich place nearby, called Specialty's. They take your order, write it on a pad, hand you the yellow copy, and you go pay. Later someone calls your name - also written on the pad - to get your sandwich. Since so many people who visit them have badges, and the largest-font boldest text on the badge is our first name, the folks there are in the habit of just reading the badge, if they can see it, rather than asking for a name.
I had to dig my receipt out of the trash to find out what name was going to be called, after I realized she hadn't asked me.
And, it struck me just how much I /dislike/ being called by my legal name these days.
I'll have to do something about it soon.