One of the top reasons why I make a very good receptionist: my obliviousness to celebrity identity (and therefore status).
7:00ish pm at the White Space Mind and Body Wellness Studio…
Peripateia (cheerfully): Good evening!
Male Guest: Hi, I was here before.
Peripateia (nods gamely): Yes, I remember.
Male Guest: This is my wife.
Peripateia (brightly): Hi!
Female Guest #1: We just wanted to see the place. We used to do Yoga in _____ but now we’re looking for someplace closer.
Peripateia (enthusiastically): Sure! Feel free to take a look around.
Female Guest #2: Do you have air-conditioning in the rooms?
Peripateia (frowns pedantically): Not in the asana rooms. It’s counterproductive because people need to be warmed up sufficiently for the practice.
Female Guest #1: Do you heat the rooms?
Peripateia (frowns pedantically): No. We haven’t found it necessary to apply artificial heating.
Male Guest: Alright. Thanks much for your time.
Peripeteia (chirpily): You’re welcome! Hope to see you again!
Guests leave. Abbey enters.
Abbey: You do realize that one of the guests you spoke to was ____________.
Peripateia (after a long pause): You’re kidding me. I didn’t recognize her.
Abbey (blithely): That was her.
Peripateia (after a long pause): That’s why I’m perfect for this job. I don’t recognize people.
Abbey (sighing): I have no idea why you even think that’s a good trait for this job.
Peripateia (with conviction): Because it means I get to treat everyone in the same way.
Abbey shakes her head and exits.
Honestly, that’s the nth celebrity I’ve met and didn’t realize that I’d met.