speaking of being recognized
I skipped Art Night tonight in favor of getting to bed early (and possibly also doing laundry and/or dishes) and on my way home, I stopped at SOM/WEST because my ILL copy of How To Be Sick had arrived. While I was in line, one of the circulation workers took it off the hold shelf for me. She had been doing some other stuff, so I hadn't realized she had taken my book off the holdshelf until she said, "I can help you over here," and I walked over and actually saw the book in her hand (at which point I said, "Wow... you're good.")