" Andover, Ohio."
"Oh, sure, I know, right by Route 7. Nice people down there."
A pretty young woman approaches. "I met you in Zebulon, North Carolina, 13 years ago."
"Oh, sure, Zebulon."
"You were so nice to me then. I just wanted to see if you were still as nice."
She comes round the table and poses with him for a snapshot. He puts on his standard professional smile. He lets everybody take his picture. There is no charge for that.
"Bob, can you make this out to Ken...?" and he says the surname.
"I don't do last names."
"Well, where you from?"